Synopsis
Brace yourself for greatness.
British agent Alec Leamas refuses to come in from the Cold War during the 1960s, choosing to face another mission, which may prove to be his final one.
British agent Alec Leamas refuses to come in from the Cold War during the 1960s, choosing to face another mission, which may prove to be his final one.
El espía que surgió del frío, A kem aki a hidegbol jott, Spionen som kom in från kylan, Шпијун који је дошао са хладноће, La spia che venne dal freddo, Шпијун који се склонио у заветрину, Spionen som kom inn fra kulden, Der Spion, der aus der Kälte kam, 柏林谍影, L'Espion qui venait du froid, המרגל שחזר מן הכפור, A kém, aki a hidegből jött, Шпион, пришедший с холода, O Espião que Veio do Frio, 寒い国から帰ったスパイ, Шпионинът, който дойде от студа, 추운 곳에서 온 스파이, Utanç Duvarında Casusluk, Spionen der kom ind fra kulden, Szpieg, który przyszedł z zimnej strefy, Špión, který přišel z chladu, Ο Κατάσκοπος που Γύρισε απ' το Κρύο, Alto espionaje, جاسوسی که از سردسیر آمد, O Espião Que Saiu do Frio
this… THIS (is what James Bond wishes it was). i honestly didn’t know what to expect, as i was feeling a bit stuck with what to choose for tonight - it was one of those nights - and then this popped up and just shone out to me.
i definitely picked the right choice… honestly amazing. i do love me a Cold War thriller, especially when it’s a Le Carré adaptation. not only that, but quite possibly the best political thriller i’ve ever seen.
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Communism. Capitalism. Its the innocents who get slaughtered.
you live in a world, regardless of ideology, which leaves no stone unturned, you move in circles that toss you about like a rag doll, leaving things…
I know a movie is good when it's enjoyable to watch on Pluto TV, which, for me, is the worst streaming app ever created. Seriously, the number of ads they have in one single movie is borderline criminal. At this point, I'm not sure I'll ever watch another movie on there. With that said, I'm a sucker for the spy genre, and this is one of the best ever made. This actually feels like what it would be like to be a spy. Nothing glamorous, just a day to day web of lies where your life is always on the line and you never get credit or recognition for your work. It also features an incredible opening scene and a haunting final one. Definitely worth watching, just preferably not on Pluto TV.
"Is your handwriting legible?"
"Except on weekends."
Le Carré's noirish prose is translated wonderfully by Ritt's unadorned interiors and hard compositions. There isn't an ounce of glamor to this; the joyless outposts overlooking Checkpoint Charlie are almost indistinguishable, aesthetically and atmospherically, from the apartments where Leamas bides his time. Even a burlesque show is sapped of even the slightest titillation, a revue run on autopilot for a crowd that sits in disinterested silence.
Flirtatious dialogue is filled with loneliness, and figures always seem small in the frame even when filmed at medium distance or closer. Even the high-stakes realm of defections and triple-crosses is played out in the most miserable ways, of seducing those members of the intelligence world who…
„...One can't stay out of doors all the time. One needs to come in from the cold...“
(Cyril Cusack as Control)
Hi everybody, this is what James Bond would be in reality. John LeCarré is the mastermind behind dozens of brilliant written Spy story’s and this one here is the first big movie adaptation of one of his books. A highly intelligent tense thriller, about an Agent who plays a dangerous Spy game in the middle of the Cold War.
„What the hell do you think spies are? Moral philosophers measuring everything they do against the word of God or Karl Marx? They're not! They're just a bunch of seedy, squalid bastards like me: little men, drunkards, queers, hen-pecked husbands,…
Espionage deglamorized. What heroes? There is no right side, there are no good guys. Just replaceable cogs in the political machine. The institution you put your faith in? They’d sell you down the river if it benefited them. This isn’t do the right thing, its winner take all. The Spy Who Came In from the Cold is refreshingly acidic in its view of authority. Perceptive in its understanding of power. Incisive in its language. There’s a courtroom scene in this that is as thrilling as anything I’ve seen in the last year. Stark black and white photography of a world that exists in moral and political shades of gray. You know, like our world. It’s much more interesting and intelligent than most movies in the spy genre. More than most movies, period.
Tired: Hitchcock doing the train tunnel sex scene cut in North By Northwest.
Inspired: Martin Ritt cutting from Burton making out with his communist librarian girlfriend to a rickety gangplank unfolding from a huge KLM aircraft, as if to visualize the slow action of the character's flagging, alcoholism-ravaged penis.
By the mid 60s, spy flicks had taken a turn away from the slow mystery-thriller towards the more Bond-like action films that we all know and enjoy. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold falls into the former category and is, therefore, quite rare for its time. Based on the novel by the same name written by former real life spy, John LeCarre, it takes a realistic approach towards its subject and depicts a clandestine operation in which our hero, MI6-agent Alec Leamas, is tasked with taking down his archenemy, a high-ranking Sovjet operative named, Mundt.
Shot in black-and-white with gorgeous photography the film looks very grand, but also cold and grim which brings the atmosphere of the Cold-war…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Espionage is a thing that we often romanticize. We see it as a life of high-tech gizmos, high-stakes operations, and high-stakes double-crosses, the kind of life James Bond struts through in a tuxedo, always staying one step ahead. But the reality is, being a spy is probably one of the loneliest, most isolated, most unvalued jobs out there. No real safety net, no long-term allegiance, and certainly no moral clarity. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold is a vital kind of film because it breaks up the illusion. It keeps reminding us that the world of spies, especially that of the Cold War is not romantic. It's harsh and breaks people from the inside out.
Alec Leamas is…
I know a guy on this website who says this is the greatest espionage film ever made. He might just be right. Impetus to finally watch was so I could finish the new Errol Morris doc without having it spoiled. The Morris is very good. This is excellent. Between it and HUD, Martin Ritt probably tops my Top 5 Underrated Directors list. Coming to Filmspotting in 2037.
Camera imitates action and character: deep focus sees detail as the spies only wish they could; slow, measured movements have far-reaching consequences. Sets the standard for adapting Le Carré.
Ideological conflict as source of drama:
"Our work, as I understand it, is based on a single assumption that the West is never going to be aggressor; thus, we do disagreeable things, but we are defensive. Our policies are peaceful, but our methods can't afford to be less ruthless than those of the opposition, can they?"
vs.
"What the hell do you think spies are? Moral philosophers measuring everything they do against the word of God or Karl Marx? They're not! They're just a bunch of seedy, squalid bastards like me: little men, drunkards, queers, hen-pecked husbands, civil servants playing cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten little lives."
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
the ending of the book, the sudden re-appearance of Smiley on the other side of the wall, everything suddenly clicking together...wasn't sure a movie could capture it. totally does. do I LOVE Martin Ritt??
communist librarian gf core