They must have struggled with Benedict Cumberbatch’s hair. It’s not meant to be straight. It was – sort of – but kept waving at the back. Can’t quite get over Gary Oldman’s transformation from Sirius Black to Smiley.
The new Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is like good coffee or dark chocolate. Not that I use either, but I suspect it’s how it must feel if you do. Like this film. It’s pure art. It’s like being inside a good painting. Somehow.
I can’t say I understood all of it, and I can no longer recollect if I ever read this particular novel by John le Carré or not. Suspect not, but the Resident IT Consultant assured me they stayed close to the plot. But it’s not the kind of film you need to understand. You just enjoy. Immerse yourself.
It probably helps that it was directed by a Swede. I’m not sure why, but it appears to be something Swedes are good at. And Tomas Alfredson strikes me as very good indeed.
As usual the authentic 1970s were too authentic, so to speak. But it looked good. And I’m amazed to see they unearthed some blue cups this time. We’ve had the green ones in every single period film or television programme for decades.
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If you can stomach (and I really don’t mean that literally) the blood at the beginning of Tomas Alfredson’s film, Let the Right One In, you’re probably OK for the rest of the film. I took Son with me for support if this horror film should get too much for me, forgetting that he faints faster at the sight of blood than I do. So, apart from that…
It’s a good thing the rest of the world has us Swedes to make long and slow and somewhat weird films, so that others don’t. This film wasn’t too long; it’s Swedish, so is meant to be like that. Director Tomas Alfredson is the son of a very funny man, so it’s obvious he has to do something less funny, like horror.
I prefer vampires to bullies. I think. There’s some serious bullying in this film. It looks a little ‘mild’ to start with, but gets quite ‘interesting’ as you go along. Don’t underestimate those angelic looking Swedes next time.
The witch was taken aback to find the formerly young and handsome Per Ragnar cast as an older, quietly menacing type. He was not a vampire, but far scarier than his young bloodsucking companion. Nice as she was, though, would you set your friendly vampire on your bullies?
Set in the 1980s in a Stockholm suburb, this was a lovely period piece, where they got most of the retro aspects right. The colours of the school bags I’m not sure about, and the train was far too old, albeit charming. This wasn’t a terribly vegetarian film, unless watching it brings vegetarian-ness on to unsuspecting carnivores. Veggie Son looked perky afterwards as he inquired if I was ready for lunch.I was.
And subtitle-translator-person: No rattlesnakes in Sweden. Huggorm means adder. Just so you know.