Enigmatic and deliberate Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy makes no reservations while unraveling its heady spy story for better or worse. The film based on the bestselling novel by John Le Carre is purposefully perplexing effectively mirroring the central character George Smiley's (Gary Oldman) own mind-bending investigation of the British MI6's mole problem. But the slow burn pacing clinical shooting style and air of intrigue only go so far—Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy sports an incredible cast that can't dramatically translate the movie's impenetrable narrative. Almost from the get go the movie collapses under its own weight.
After a botched mission in Hungary that saw his colleague Jim (Mark Strong) gunned down in the streets Smiley and his boss Control (John Hurt) are released from the "Circus" (codename for England's Secret Intelligence Service). But soon after Smiley is brought back on board as an impartial observer tasked to uncover the possible infiltration of the organization. The former agent already dealing with the crippling of his own marriage attempts to sift through the history and current goings on of the Circus narrowing his hunt down to four colleagues: Percy aka "Tinker" (Toby Jones) Bill aka "Tailor" (Colin Firth) Roy aka "Soldier" (Ciaran Hinds) and Toy aka "Poor Man" (David Dencik). Working with Peter (Benedict Cumberbatch) a conflicted younger member of the service and Ricki (Tom Hardy) a rogue agent who has information of his own Smiley slowly uncovers the muddled truth—occasionally breaking in to his own work place and crossing his own friends to do so.
Describing Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy as dense doesn't seem complicated enough. The first hour of the monster mystery moves at a sloth's pace trickling out information like the tedious drips of a leaky faucet. The talent on display is undeniable but the characters Smiley included are so cold that a connection can never be made. TTSS sporadically jumps around from past to present timelines without any indication: a tactic that proves especially confusing when scenes play out in reoccurring locations. It's not until halfway through that the movie decides to kick into high gear Smiley's search for a culprit finally becoming clear enough to thrill. A film that takes its time is one thing but Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy does so without any edge or hook.
What the movie lacks in coherency it makes up for in style and thespian gravitas. Director Tomas Alfredson has assembled some of the finest British performers working today and they turn the script's inaccessible spy jargon into poetry. Firth stands out as the group's suave slimeball a departure from his usual nice guy roles. Hardy assures us he's the next big thing once again as the agency's resident moppet a lover who breaks down after a romantic fling uncovers horrifying truth. Oldman is given the most difficult task of the bunch turning the reserved contemplative Smiley into a real human. He half succeeds—his observational slant in the beginning feels like an extension of the movie's bigger problems but once gets going in the second half of the film he's quite a bit of fun.
Alfredson constructs Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy like a cinematic architect each frame dripping with perfectly kitschy '70s production design and camera angles that make the spine tingle. He creates paranoia through framing similar to the Coppola's terrifying The Conversation but unlike that film TTSS doesn't have the characters or story to match. The movie strives to withhold information and succeeds—too much so. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy wants us to solve a mystery with George Smiley but it never clues us in to exactly why we should want to.
December 11, 2003 1:48pm EST
Remember that movie about a high school geek who gets the most popular girl in school to be his girlfriend to boost his own image only to discover that fitting in isn't worth sacrificing his individuality? Or was that a Saved by the Bell episode? Love Don't Cost a Thing is the latest teen comedy to follow that formula to a fault: Alvin Johnson (Nick Cannon) is an outcast teen with no style and he's ready to do anything to shed his nerdy image. Even his father (Steve Harvey) an old-school ladies' man wishes the boy would get out and socialize more. So when the popular Paris Morgan (Christina Millian) wrecks her mother's Cadillac Escalade Alvin an amateur mechanic offers to fix the vehicle and pay for the parts if she will pretend to be his girlfriend for two weeks. A haircut and several Sean John warm-up suits later Alvin becomes "Al " an ultra-smooth guy who's "got all the 411s." Of course Paris starts to fall for Al who's too busy keeping up his "big pimpin'" facade to notice. But after alienating everyone close to him including his childhood friends stylin' Al learns a valuable lesson about being himself.
Cannon's performance in Love Don't Cost a Thing falls short of the impressive one he delivered in the musical drama Drumline--his first lead role in a feature film. Here it's impossible to sympathize with the 23-year-old Cannon's clownish character even when he is needlessly bullied by jocks. With his crazy uneven Afro and spastic walk even Molly Ringwald's goody-good character Samantha in Sixteen Candles might be tempted to point and laugh. But while the movie's hero doesn't score many points other characters do notably Al's gal pal Paris played by songwriter/actress Millian who has written songs for Ja Rule and appeared as a guest on several TV shows including Charmed and The Steve Harvey Show. She delivers a very sincere performance as the "frappuccino with hips " and although audiences should despise her character for prostituting her popularity and lying to just about everybody Millian manages to morph Paris into a likeable personality--and we can't help but go along for the ride. But mustachioed comic Harvey steals the show as Al's loveable father Clarence a man who still boogies to his 8-track collection and gives his son very valuable life advice including how to open a condom wrapper using only one hand.
Writer/director Troy Beyer's Love Don't Cost a Thing is so visually horrendous that it should have been called This Film Didn't Cost a Thing. Beyer who directed the dire 1998 comedy Let's Talk About Sex and penned the even worse 1997 B.A.P.S. doesn't much improve her track record in 2003. Her guidance here including sound light and action is so amateurish that the film seems unfinished. An outdoor party scene for example is so dark it's difficult to make out the characters on screen and in another scene inside the school the sound is so muffled the character's lines are barely audible. Beyer's screenplay adapted from the mind-numbingly bad 1987 comedy Can't Buy Me Love doesn't help matters either; most of the characters remain as shallow and label-obsessed as they were 15 years ago. And while there have been countless Hollywood films revolving around the same theme many have done so successfully including the aforementioned oldie Sixteen Candles and more recently The New Guy.
September 27, 2002 5:52am EST
Melanie Carmichael (Reese Witherspoon) is a budding fashion designer living in New York City. She's dating the mayor's son Andrew Hemmings (Patrick Dempsey)--who with the help of a hairpiece looks a tad like JFK Jr.--from whom she receives the ultimate marriage proposal. (In case you haven't seen the trailer the scene involves a late-night proposal in Tiffany's with her choice of any ring.) She readily agrees but neglects to tell Andrew she already has an old man in her hometown of Pigeon Creek Alabama. A plane ride later Melanie is on her way home to deal with her divorce which hubby Jake (Josh Lucas) has been unwilling to give her for the past eight or so years. But once there Melanie realizes that her past is not so bad the folks are not that trashy and Jake isn't such a greaseball after all. She must now decide among many things which road to take. "I'm really happy in New York " she laments. "But then I come here and this fits too." Although the script for this romantic comedy is not the most original you have to appreciate the fact that scribes C. Jay Cox and Douglas Eboch make Melanie's decision challenging by never making either one of her beaus a jerk.
Witherspoon 's character Melanie is not as rambunctious as Legally Blonde's Elle Woods but the 26-year-old actress still manages to turn this movie into a delightful moviegoing experience. Witherspoon has a way of delivering her lines in quirky yet intelligent manner and--just like the reputation that proceeds her--is truly a joy to watch on screen. The film reunites Witherspoon with her American Psycho costar Lucas who more recently appeared in A Beautiful Mind. Lucas portrays Jake in a refreshing manner; he seems a little dopey at first because of his thick Southern accent but is actually a pretty sharp and witty guy who never puts up with Melanie's snotty flippant ways. In fact don't be surprised if you leave the theater longing to marry a Southerner who flies an amphibious plane with the words "Mo' Fishing" scrawled on the side. As the third player in the love triangle Dempsey does an adequate job as the blueblood aristocrat but the role is limited. All we really know about his character Andrew is that he's the mayor's son and has a terribly romantic side. Candice Bergen plays the tough mayor of New York City but not a very busy one it would appear. Bergen's character spends her time fussing over her son's love life and career while ordering her staff to dig up some dirt on Melanie.
In her press publicity for this film Witherspoon a native of Nashville Tenn. has accused Hollywood of often stereotyping Southerners as ignoramuses who talk funny but explains that this film offers a true representation of Southern values. I thought her comment was interesting considering director Andrew Tennant litters the film with clichés including a closeted gay man (Ethan Embry) who fears coming out to his rural peers and a woman who breastfeeds her baby in a bar. Despite its crudely identified characters Sweet Home Alabama is not a bad movie but nor is it great--and if you read the title you know how it will end. What makes this movie stand out more than the average romantic comedy is Witherspoon and Lucas: their characters are relatable and well written and both actors--especially Witherspoon--elevate the film to a higher standard. Tennant does however manage to convey a real essence of small towns. The movie could have done without eerie pro-confederacy messages like Melanie's father (Fred Ward) exclaiming "The South will rise again!"