Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
Snoozer, Sleeper, Bored, And Die
Good lord what a dose of ambien. Told a pretty good story but told it as if a turtle was doing the telling. A slow turtle. The twists and turns of the story were shrouded in such mind numbing boredom I could give a shit who was spying on whom.
The vast majority of the movie consisted of Commissioner Gordon looking through his glasses with an owly smirk or the same Commissioner Gordon walking so slowly he looked like he was rehabbing a double hip replacement.
Seemed like there were a lot of closeted homos in there too. I took from the Iron Eyes Cody scene near the end that Colin Firth was a raging homo. And big red was apparently a fudge packer as well.
I expected to like the movie because I assumed it would be an intelligent, well spun tale of espionage that rose a level or two above Die Hard. I don't mind movies that make me think. Wish this had been one.
It seems as if in getting to that supposed higher level every drop of fun, color, excitement and suspense was leached out of it.
I've watched ants fuck and been more entertained.