Red Sparrows, a heroic spy thriller from Russia, where a former Ballerina, with the State run Bolshoy Company is injured by her Male compatriot, in a sinister ploy to remove her from the scene with a younger dancer. The character Dominika Igorov, is an angry woman, taking care of her sick mother. She is pushed in to the spy trade as a honey trap agent, by her Uncle, who is a senior SVR operative. Dominika played by the über talented Jennifer Lawrence, is caught in an American espionage ring between Moscow, Budapest, Vienna and Moscow. The heart of the visual narrative is the fine print of a visually appealing dancer, who is retrained in to a spy agent, to feed her mother and is a human actor in a Global power play. Lawrence carries every frame in the film on her slender but stoically firm shoulders. Spy thrillers cannot get better than this. The Bond/Bourne/Kings Man franchise is a notch below than Red Sparrows. Spy Craft preys into human vulnerability and feeds into realpolitik. The supporting cast of Russian characters and the American crew, including a familiar face from the House of Cards series, is competent. The visual mosaic is apt, but not overwhelming. This is a film which adds a layer to ones aesthetic vocabulary. The Tigers of the world have to relearn. Swag is in embodiment. Lawrence exemplifies it.