Smiley figures it out.
(Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, 2011. Dir. Tomas Alfredson.)
God I love this film.
I went on that book recommendation website recently and put in The City and The City. It recommended the book, which I hadn’t though of before but does make a lot of sense.
I’ve been reviewing my situation in the last half-hour of hell, and I’ve come to a very grave decision. After a lifetime of living by my wits, and on my memory, I shall give myself up full-time to the profession of forgetting. I’m going to put an end to some emotional attachments with have long outlived their purpose — namely the Circus, this house, my whole past. I shall sell up and buy a cottage, in the Cotswolds, I think. Steeple Aston sounds about right. There I shall establish myself as a mild eccentric. Discursive, withdrawn, but possessing one or two lovable habits, such as muttering to myself as I bumble along innocent pavements. I shall become an oak of my own generation.
George Smiley, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (via smokeandsong)
I should read this again sometime, only that ends in tears. Maybe I’ll just finally get around to reading more of the books with him in.
into the midst of these public schoolboys comes a commoner
Oh Tarr. I think I feel most sorry for him by the end of this, in the film at least.
Ah ha. I knew that roof in Skyfall looked familiar :).
Right in the heart.
Just going to reblog this from myself again as I finished watching the commentary again today and DAMN IT YOU TWO, STOP IT.
OK, stopping now before I die of emotions.
Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - a film about copious amounts of manpain.
And also spies.
So much manpain. I appreciate that by the end George is back at the Circus but really everything else has completely gone to shit.
All of the awards for Mark Strong and his face.