Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy opens in wide release today. I’ve already seen it twice.
I guess you could say I enjoyed it.
So what did I like? Um, everything. The plotting, the secrecy, the sadness. It was gorgeous, too, a beautiful film.
The sight of Kathy Burke as Connie Sachs just made me sigh, like I recognized myself in her too much — lumpy, misshapen, “seriously underfucked” (just kidding). There isn’t a lot of excitement in the way of explosions or action. People hardly shout. Which makes the violence pop even more, I think. And the reveal seems inevitable, maybe even predictable for some, but to me it was still devastating.
(Okay, maybe I get a little involved in movies. #foreveralone)
I’m reading the book now, and I am enjoying it as well. There are a number of differences between the book and the movie. I look forward to watching the BBC mini-series when I finish the book…
…and maybe after seeing the big screen version for a third time.
And now some eye candy!
PS: There was a lot of smoking in this movie. Pipes and cigarettes. Am I glad I don’t smoke anymore? Sure. Did I want a cigarette badly after seeing this movie? Of course.
PPS: Reminded me of Maurice — lots of British men, secrecy, REPRESSION, (c)overt homosexuality.