Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

I like films that keep me on my toes from start to finish, that don't explain everything and make me figure a lot of things out on my own (or at least think I did for a while), films that just ooze coldness, and films that talk a lot but don't push. And that's exactly what Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is. What’s that you say? That it’s boring? That's the last word that comes to my mind right now. I have a soft spot for spy stories, especially spy stories that have to do with Britain's MI6 and the Cold War, so I'm glad we finally got this gem. Stylishly old-fashioned direction, a hauntingly simple score, a top-notch cast and a script that handles Le Carré's premise admirably (though it's still quite a rewrite in places). The film can boldly take its place alongside the best such as Funeral in Berlin, The Spy Who Came In from the Cold, The Quiller Memorandum... And others. (20/09/2012)

Fantastic direction, production design, and a 70s vibe reminiscent of films like The French Connection and other similar classics. Unfortunately, the plot is quite viewer unfriendly with lots of names, dozens of flashbacks, plenty and of twists and evasive maneuvers. On top of that, there are static shots, glances, a British touch, and I had a hard time finishing this film. Someone might argue that it is for connoisseurs. Maybe, but I was damn bored, and that's not good no matter what the film is like. And I sincerely hope that I'm not inexperienced and unaware enough as a film viewer to not understand all of this. (09/04/2012)

The objective is clear. The British secret service must find and remove a mole who has obviously been giving information to the Soviets. In an ordinary spy thriller, the collection of information and the revelation of new connections would lead to the uncovering of the traitor’s identity. Alfredson’s film essentially adheres to this formula, but the director is more interested in the structure than in superficial genre attractions. Though he doesn’t conceal the answers to pressing questions, he also takes enough time with them that we can recognise that the tension ensuing from the classification and declassification of information will be of secondary importance this time. The current story consists in the reconstruction of what has already happened and because most of what’s important happened in the past, the present sadistically provides no room for action. Because of the identical colour palette and small time scale (the characters don’t age significantly), the scenes “back then” are barely distinguishable from the scenes “now”. The blending of those scenes may be confusing at first, but the essence of espionage consists in the disorienting manipulation of facts, which on a personal level is manifested in the protagonists’ doubts about who they can actually trust. Black-and-white differentiation of villains and heroes doesn’t apply in this monotonously brownish world – with several wonderful WTF?! moments. Everyone pursues their own goals, including Smiley, who rather cynically thanks us for the trust placed in him, when (SPOILER) after the final purge, he accepts a position that will allow him the greatest control over information – nothing will change in the organisation’s non-transparent operation in the long term (END SPOILER). Smiley is indisputably the film’s main protagonist, through whom information is filtered, but the film keeps a similar observational distance from him as it does from the other characters. Many shots are filmed through glass (which is used as a tribute to the classic Rear Window), the characters impudently turn their backs to us, no effort is made to be appealing. The film is not ingratiating, which forces us to watch it more attentively. What’s essential takes place in the background, the mise-en-scéne (including the actors’ faces) reveals more than the dialogue, whose main contribution consists in subtly updating a book written during the Cold War. Some of the allusions to the unequal relationship between the United States and Britain are very contemporary and it would have been appropriate to give more space to them than to the demonisation of the Soviet Union, which here plays the role of a useful bogeyman. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy does not fulfil the requirements of a viewer-friendly film, but viewers who are willing to read between the lines will enjoy it all the more for that. 85% (02/02/2012)

Alfredson is a precise watchmaker who can find surprising emotions under an ice sheet of formally perfect and fetishistic-style directing. A film in which he essentially only thinks and remembers... and yet he managed to wind me up like a string. If, in the case of the recent spy retro The Debt, I highlighted the precisely composed "kidnapping over the line" as the climactic scene, I have to highlight the whole in this piece - because timing, correct vibration and the purest conservatism intertwine with small drawings of the characters and extremely fun updating of the period backdrops. It should not be overlooked that Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is, with regard to its stylization, sometimes absurdly consistent and looks (intentionally) like a backdrop spectacle. The backdrop is, paradoxically, what we traditionally consider the core of the narrative (a thrilling story, an ideological context) - the seductiveness of Alfredson's film is precisely in the details that would be only for the "real effect" elsewhere. A delicacy that I want to see again... (02/02/2012)

I felt like a redneck in a posh restaurant who orders some incredibly expensive chef’s special and a thousand Euro bottle of wine and then, when they bring it, I lovingly reminisce of a pork schnitzel with a beer at the local pub. An incredibly well made spy drama whose potential to become an immediate modern genre classic is similar to, for instance, last year’s western True Grit, or Tomas Alfredson’s previous film, Let the Right One in. For me, however, it was too slow, with too much dialogue, too one dimensional and too long, which, together with the fact that spy dramas are not my favourite genre, resulted in my being unable to properly appreciate it. I’m sorry, but that’s the fact. (13/01/2012)