La Taupe

Cette petite perle filmique – et probablement littéraire avant tout – demande la plus grande attention et concentration de la part d'un public un minimum sagace. En fait, il ne conviendra pas si vous revenez d’un trip de cinq heures, venez de vous remplir grassement la panse, arrivez chez vous le nez tout congelé et regardez le film dans un anglais difficile à comprendre en vous aidant de sous-titres dans un français que vous comprenez bien. Car pour s’y retrouver dans la complexité du fil narratif, il faut s’accrocher, même quand c’est dans sa langue maternelle. Cela dit, même en étant fatigué, on profite de l’excellence du spectacle, de l’ambiance étouffante jusqu’à en avoir la gorge enserrée dans une corde qui se tend de plus en plus et, surtout, du panaché de visages connus. Et pour finir, la question délicate : le spectateur décrit plus haut est-il arrivé à bien comprendre le dénouement ? (16/02/2012)

The direction is precise, with attention to details, even the unimportant ones when Alfredson is just playing around (a wasp in a car, a killed owl in a classroom), but otherwise the narrative is too distant and not very immersive. Gary Oldman displays an excruciating ease with silent glances and considered speeches, and is the brightest point of the entire film. Of course, there have been better spy plots. (27/01/2012)

It’s actually an absolutely brilliant espionage drama, but you have to watch it second by second, detail by detail. Only at that point that it stands out, and it’s hard to enjoy it when you’re tired from the day’s work and you look forward to sinking into your armchair in the evening, when this movie starts playing. That’s actually what I did and it wasn’t quite right. At times I was passing out from the fatigue while watching and despite the perfect acting performances, I was aware of the fact that it was boring and that the movie dragged. But what drags cannot run away, so there finally came the end which absolutely uplifted the whole movie, because like a proper espionage movie, it managed to surprise me several times. (03/04/2013)

I felt like a redneck in a posh restaurant who orders some incredibly expensive chef’s special and a thousand Euro bottle of wine and then, when they bring it, I lovingly reminisce of a pork schnitzel with a beer at the local pub. An incredibly well made spy drama whose potential to become an immediate modern genre classic is similar to, for instance, last year’s western True Grit, or Tomas Alfredson’s previous film, Let the Right One in. For me, however, it was too slow, with too much dialogue, too one dimensional and too long, which, together with the fact that spy dramas are not my favourite genre, resulted in my being unable to properly appreciate it. I’m sorry, but that’s the fact. (13/01/2012)

Alfredson is a precise watchmaker who can find surprising emotions under an ice sheet of formally perfect and fetishistic-style directing. A film in which he essentially only thinks and remembers... and yet he managed to wind me up like a string. If, in the case of the recent spy retro The Debt, I highlighted the precisely composed "kidnapping over the line" as the climactic scene, I have to highlight the whole in this piece - because timing, correct vibration and the purest conservatism intertwine with small drawings of the characters and extremely fun updating of the period backdrops. It should not be overlooked that Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is, with regard to its stylization, sometimes absurdly consistent and looks (intentionally) like a backdrop spectacle. The backdrop is, paradoxically, what we traditionally consider the core of the narrative (a thrilling story, an ideological context) - the seductiveness of Alfredson's film is precisely in the details that would be only for the "real effect" elsewhere. A delicacy that I want to see again... (01/02/2012)