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Back to the Cold War with Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

Gary Oldman in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
Gary Oldman in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy

John le Carré's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, the 1974 spy novel generally regarded as the writer's finest, is predicated on a pair of enigmatic personalities: the colorless bureaucratic master-spook George Smiley and the double agent the Soviets have planted near the top of British intelligence whom Smiley must unmask.

Although not without violence, the novel is essentially a procedural in which, playing for grim stakes against a drab background of imperial decline, methodical Smiley must deal with degrees of betrayal and distinguish between shades of moral equivalence. (The story has a certain gravitas for being inspired by the real-life case of the Cold War traitor Kim Philby and his Cambridge-educated MI6 cohorts.) Alec Guinness was a memorably gray-faced doughy protagonist in the 1979 Tinker, Tailor miniseries; Gary Oldman makes for an even more taciturn interrogator and robotically cool master of deductive logic in Swedish director Tomas Alfredson's brooding, fluidly crafted movie adaptation.


Best known for Let the Right One In, the bleak tween vampire drama

remade here as Let Me In, Alfredson is strong on chilly atmospherics.

Smiley's London is scarcely less shabby or conspiratorial than early

'70s Budapest, where a botched British operation sets the narrative

merry-go-round in motion. The "circus" -- le Carré's term for MI6 -- is in

disarray, and the discharged Smiley is metaphorically brought back from

the dead to discover which one of his former colleagues is the "mole"

(another le Carré coinage). As Smiley goes about securing files and

interviewing witnesses, Alfredson establishes a universe of

technologically primitive dial phones, teletype machines, and

reel-to-reel tape recorders. If Smiley's secret agent is the anti-Bond,

the retro Tinker, Tailor is a sort of diminished, melancholy Brazil -- at

times, dryly satiric. Alfredson returns repeatedly in flashback to the

MI6 office Christmas party where Smiley becomes aware that his wife has

betrayed him even while, in a comic literalization of le Carré's circus

metaphor, a Lenin-masked Santa leads the assembled spooks in an

enthusiastic rendition of the Russian national anthem -- in Russian (which,

of course, they all know).

The latest Tinker, Tailor is, in some ways, more explicit regarding

various characters' sexual proclivities than was the miniseries. It's

also more concise, but what's lost is George's pathos. Oldman's Smiley

is less agonized nerd than Asperger brainiac; as successful as Alfredson

is in evoking the period, it's difficult these days to feature a movie

hero who is not unequivocally victorious and perhaps even tougher, 22

years after Cold War victory, to evoke the psychology of that twilight

struggle. I missed the final line, delivered in the miniseries (but not

the novel) by the faithless Mrs. Smiley: "Poor George. You don't know

what life is about, do you?"

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy opens in Miami Jan. 6.

--J. Hoberman

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