Swedish director Tomas Alfredson (Let the Right One In) purposely makes you work. His adaptation of John le Carrés 1974 seminal spy saga immerses you in East vs. West spy gamesyou either sink or swim. By osmosis, youll become an active player, forced to keep the spider web plot in your head. Dont count on any bathroom breaks or youll be lost.
Alfredson takes the intelligence of the viewer seriously, and renders le Carrés novel beautifully, shot mostly in brown and greyish earth tones evoking early 1970s Britain. The overall production design lives up to one of the films observations that The West has become so very ugly. But can the film shake off the spook of the classic BBC miniseries made in 1979, with Alec Guinness as spy George Smiley? In its own fashion, yes. It doesnt have the luxury of nearly six hours for le Carrés weighty narrative. However, the momentum keeps at pace with the unfolding and tangled subplots. Even within a compact and complex two hours, the mystery at the heart of the film still weaves a spell.
Smiley (now Gary Oldman) pulls himself out of retirement to track down a double agent within the highest level of British intelligence planted by the Russians. He had been warned by his boss Control (John Hurt) that someone in MI6 (aka the circus, dont worry, youll pick up the lingo) has been leaking information to the enemy.
The cast, the most illustrious British ensemble to appear outside of a Harry Potter film, has a discreet confidence. Its a directors dream, featuring Colin Firth, John Hurt, Mark Strong, and Tom Hardy, who, as a renegade British agent involved in a doomed romantic liaison with a Russian, is just a film away from becoming a star. As Smileys sole female colleague in this club of male bravado, Kathy Burke appears as researcher Connie (I dont know about you George, but I feel seriously under fucked) Sachs.
Oldman plays the impeccably mild mannered Smiley (he still wears his spectacles even while swimming) with an extra spring in his step. Smileys an observer, careful not to reveal too much. As he pieces together the clues leading to the traitor, flashes of something like hunger pierce through the thick lenses of his large framed glasses. (You never forget that youre stuck in the 70s; even the title sequence has the sparseness of All the Presidents Men.) And you will swear at times his voice has a resonance just like Guinness. But its also a quiet performance, one that will probably get lost in this years awards season hype. Oldman personifies the definition of measured.
The script packs in a lot, sometimes moving forward before you absorb the latest bombshell. Theres not always enough time for the characters or the plot twists to breathe. Like the adaptation of le Carrés The Constant Gardner, the running time of a feature-length film limits the authors expansive and serpentine storyline. But by intercutting sequences, set in London and Istanbul for instance, Alfredson keeps the film spiraling alongthe cold war is hot again. The film begs for a second viewing just for clarity, and you will want to see it again anyway. Even then it leaves much to the imaginationyoull have a new list of questions to decipher.
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