I spent yesterday night relaxing, because that is the logical function of a holiday. I made myself a footbath with my footbath machine, and watched a half of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy.
I am not going to lie to you: I am so confused. I have never been this confused since Red Lights, which cost me three days of sleep, because I was that confused. (Don’t worry, I figured it out in the end). I didn’t even finish watching Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy because I had an early doctor’s appointment in the morning. I get the basic storyline: There is a mole within the British Intelligence and the oddly emotionless Gary Oldman is going to dig him out. I just… It’s just…
All the people mix up with all the flashbacks and all the other people and one minute someone’s dead and the next minute he’s walking and alive and teaching in a school.
Why the hell would a spy be teaching in a school? And the Tom Hardy comes in with his own version of events… and he has a pant-less scene and an ass-touching scene – funnily enough, within 10 seconds from each other – and that was distracting. Oh, and Benedict Cumberbatch was his usual blonde self, cold and calculating, which suits him (huge Sherlock fan, by the way). Colin Firth – who I would marry, if I was an old white woman – was a prick, which doesn’t suit him. Mark Strong’s character was the confusing one, but I kind of liked him.
So all in all, if you like a mindfuck, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is the movie for you. I’m going to finish watching it tonight, and I’ll rate it tomorrow.