I hate writing reviews for movies like Official Secrets because these kinds of films lack a pulse. At least bad movies give you something to comment on, but Official Secrets isn’t bad. It’s fine. It’s also, instantly forgettable and completely unremarkable in every conceivable way. The moral crux of Gavin Hood’s movie—doing the right thing in the face of almost certain failure—is lost in a dry recitation of facts that provide a chronicle of the story without ever garnering any depth beyond the obvious. Official Secrets is a movie that happens, exists, and nothing …