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Only version of this story I've experienced, so can't speak to its quality relative to the novel or seminal miniseries. I love the way it distills a sprawling spy epic through minimal exposition and loads of visual character touches.
Gary Oldman as retired operative Smiley doesn't even speak for what seems like the first 20 minutes, but you understand his purposeful reasoning when he rolls down a car window to release the insect his co-passenger impotently swatted at. The shifting…
Perfectly constructed device for transmitting loneliness and paranoia, with deft bleak humor, slight but impactful score, and Hackman's most sophisticated performance ever. How does this greek tragedy of guilt, betrayal, and life-and-death decision hinge entirely on the vocal emphasis of a single word?! Hadn't seen it since college, but feel like watching it again immediately in a state of the art editing bay to rewind and dissect 'til it divulges all its terrible secrets.
The way Lana & Lily shoot these exploratory dolly shots from weird angles, an omniscient view of people's struggles as fascinating little dioramas became more thematically apropos once they told a story about a literal fishbowl false reality. Here it stays cool panache around the conflict, but still rocks going buckwild with monochrome and patterns!
Gershon and Tilly light up the screen together, but I gotta say Joey Pants losing it is the main event. One of…
I truly believe that Neil is the only Breeing on Earth qualified to write, direct, and star in the inevitable Trump biopic. Give this man $20 mil and access to the industry's top makeup artists and set dressers, and he will produce a work of art.
"I can't believe it, Jeffrey, I can not believe you committed suicide..."