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