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Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Directed by Tomas Alfredson. France. 2011. 127 minutes. Focus Features. 35mm.
Fri., March 9, 2012 thru Thu., March 15, 2012
Saturday
March 10, 2012
4:15 pm
Saturday
March 10, 2012
7:00 pm
Friday
March 9, 2012
7:30 pm
Saturday
March 10, 2012
9:35 pm
Sunday
March 11, 2012
7:00 pm
Monday
March 12, 2012
6:30 pm
Tuesday
March 13, 2012
7:30 pm
Wednesday
March 14, 2012
2:00 pm
Wednesday
March 14, 2012
7:30 pm
Thursday
March 15, 2012
7:30 pm

“Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy challenges audiences to believe in craftsmanship again. The film opens with a directive, and a botched mission. The story is set in 1973, largely in a dismal and businesslike-looking England that’s doing its damnedest to fight off the chill of the Cold War. John Hurt, as Control, the head of the Circus — a.k.a. MI6 — sends an operative, Jim Prideaux (Mark Strong), to Budapest as part of an attempt to uncover a mole who, Control is convinced, has burrowed deep into the organization. The mission goes bust; Prideaux is shot. Control is forced out of the Circus, and dies shortly thereafter; his second-in-command, George Smiley (Gary Oldman), is also pushed out of the organization.

But the government doesn’t like the idea of a mole nibbling away at domestic secrets any more than Control did, and so a pompous undersecretary (played by Simon McBurney) secretly rehires Smiley to track and identify the traitor. What follows qualifies, undeniably, as the most complicated plot of 2011. But even if it loses you — and here and there, it just might, though a second viewing of the picture reinforces how airtight it really is — it’s easy enough to key into the emotional context of each of its nested backstories-within-backstories. Alfredson — director of the 2008 Swedish surprise hit Let the Right One In — allows each of the story’s numerous characters to emerge gradually but distinctly, as if out of fog, into a fully formed human being with certain motivations and heartbreaks.

The uniformly terrific ensemble cast includes Colin Firth, Tobey Jones, Ciarán Hinds and Tom Hardy, but even among this stellar group, a few performers stand out. Benedict Cumberbatch — in addition to having one of the most awesome names among British actors — has built a sturdy career playing supporting roles, though he’s mostly been relegated to officious head-boy types. Here, as junior agent Peter Guillam, he steps away from that restrictive box and becomes expressive in a way he hasn’t been before — Guillam is the kind of character who sees and processes everything, even though he says very little, and Cumberbatch navigates those subtle turns with wit and sensitivity. Kathy Burke is wonderful in a small role as the Circus’ resident mother hen: At one point she gazes at photographs of the young agents she’s helped shepherd through the ranks and warbles affectionately, “All my boys, all my lovely boys.” And Strong is wonderful as Prideaux, the agent who’s perhaps the most harshly tested of all; he plays the character’s desolation and determination as two sides of the same coin.

In addition to being based on an enormously popular book — Bridget O’Connor and Peter Straughan have deftly condensed and simplified Le Carré’s elaborate, labyrinthine novel — Alfredson’s picture is also haunted by a ghost: The 1979 TV mini-series, which featured Alec Guinness in the George Smiley role. Who’d want to try to top that?

The key to Oldman’s performance is that he’s not trying to top anyone, not even himself. In the late ’80s and early ’90s, Oldman built a career out of playing brash roles — in pictures like Sid and Nancy, JFK and True Romance — layered with so much acting that you could barely discern a character beneath. But in recent years, he’s shown a more delicate touch; no longer having to be the over-the-top kid, the flashiest performer in the room, has agreed with him.

In Tinker, Tailor, Oldman’s Smiley is a man who’s not just in danger of losing everything he loves; he could lose everything he stands for, which is worse. In one scene he describes to a younger agent how, years ago, he urged a Russian operative — one who would later become a top spymaster for the other team — to come to the West. Smiley frames the argument in terms of the man’s wife, suggesting that he could make her life better and more anxiety-free. He re-enacts the moment, speaking to an empty chair, as it becomes clear that it’s his own estranged wife who’s foremost in his thoughts. Oldman is remarkable here for how little he does, for how little he has to do; his performance is one of serene intensity. Smiley’s dignity, borne of experience and of making lots and lots of mistakes, is less something you can see than something you can feel. Oldman wears his character’s regrets lightly, like a bespoke jacket, a state of being made just for him. It’s a remarkable performance, one of the finest of the year.

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy feels both old-fashioned and modern at once. Even though it lives squarely in the moment, it could have been made in the ’70s, for the way it so wholly trusts its audience to keep up with every minute, nearly imperceptible plot turn. It’s like an action movie constructed from glances, suggestions and suppressed sighs rather than gunplay. The picture’s lovely, understated score (by Alberto Iglesias), with its whispering strings and muted trumpets, perfectly suits the movie’s palette of soft mauves and grays. Even the cinematography and production design, by Hoyte Van Hoytema and Maria Djurkovic respectively, speak in a secretive whisper: The movie is rendered in the colors of smoke, though its contours are solid and shapely, a universe of pedestrian office desks, ugly telephones and overflowing ashtrays — aesthetically, this 1970s England probably isn’t as dismal as the Eastern Bloc, but it might be pretty close.

Yet even in the midst of all those wonderfully mundane trappings, there are touches that seem outright exuberant — like the orange baffling lining the walls of the central meeting room of the Circus. It’s unintentionally groovy, almost cheerful, and it works beautifully as a setup for one of the most exhilarating final shots of the year. It’s fitting that Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy ends with a beginning of sorts, a first-day-of-school sense of hopefulness. It’s a promise of what movies can be when filmmakers treat us like grown-ups.” (Stephanie Zacharek, Movieline.com)