![]() This Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy just, you know, starts. (That would be in the 1970s TV miniseries, of which this is not a remake it’s a new-make from the book.) So I had no idea what the title even refers to, though it does ring with a wonky sort of hip in my nerd-nostalgia gland. So I was not already keyed in to who all the players are, except I do vaguely recall something from my budding childhood pop-culture awareness about Alec Guinness being very Alec Guinness-y and wearing big so-uncool-they’re-cool brainy specs. I haven’t read John le Carré’s iconic novel of Cold War espionage and, if this sleek, elegant filum has the way of it, repressed male emotion. Why does no one ever intone at me and tell me to go to Budapest and wear polyester and smoke cigarettes and get all espionagey, dammit? “I want you to go to Budapest,” John Hurt intones to Mark Strong in a hellishly beige-and-mustard cigarette-smoke-fugged 1970s. ![]()
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