Munich is an extraordinarily well-made movie, an international spy narrative so accomplished that it makes most other American thrillers look lame. At age twenty-five, Spielberg was already a genius, but now, after thirty incredibly productive years, he's internalized so much craft that no other director—not even Scorsese—can match him when he's in the zone. Munich is a little hollow at the core, maybe, and it's unclear how well it holds together as an argument (if it is one), but as a textbook of suspense, I've never seen anything remotely like it. Some of you are probably dubious, but trust me—this isn't a movie that you want to miss. This is the real thing.