We recently saw a fine WWII piece. The setting is Denmark. The Nazis have moved in. The Danes are incensed, but in particular two young men: Flame and Citron. They become assassins of Nazis, and they are wanted men.

No spoiler, but the reader should know that there is more to the story than two men gunning down the Gestapo in Copenhagen. The men get their orders about whom to assassinate from on high: British and Danish intelligence. But who really gives the orders? Do the assassins kill the right people? Are the two assassins being used as pawns in a much larger plot?

Now add to these dicey questions a "femme fatale," a very dark, slinky, stylish Danish woman who seems to cavort with both assassins and bad Germans, and you have the makings of a very complex, and tense, story. We viewers wonder from one moment to the next if the two-timing lady is on the side of right or wrong and never get the final answer until the end.

The film has flavor. We feel as if we are in wartime Denmark, watching German soldiers socialize in restaurants, command road barriers, and spread their might-makes-right bravura everywhere. We squirm as the Nazis get closer and closer to catching the two Danish resistance fighters.

One of the two assassins looks so sweaty, down and out, hurt, mean, dour, and determined, that he steals the show. He is as believable as a killer can be.

Grade of A. Excellent history lesson and gripping story.