For all those that look at the films of the golden age and chide that "they don't make them that way anymore", here's a fine example that a film can be fresh, intelligent, drawing from the past while carving out its own unique and very contemporary vision
like watching a large candle burn down to nothing and then wondering why there weren't any fireworks. Maybe I was expecting too much? Considering the cast and the subject matter it may be a case of too much of a good thing
No es una película "agradable" ni "entretenida"; es una película incómoda y cerebral apenas perturbada por pequeñas alteraciones en sus personajes. Como las de George Smiley, en la brillante composición de Gary Oldman.
There has always been this ultra-cool tendency in British spy movies, but I don't ever remember seeing one this emotionless. There probably have been some, but few have combined emotional detachment with such technical mastery of filmmaking techniques.