Our Kind of Traitor (Review)
Espionage stories are dark; they trade in betrayal. You can’t simply call them noir and pretend that it’s tongue-in-cheek. Imagine a retelling of The Hobbit where most of the dwarves get dismembered and you have a sense of what you’re in for.
As with the TV adaptation of The Night Manager, the story was written long enough ago that the directors or producers made minor changes to bring it up to date from the book setting or context. No complaints here.
I’m not saying it’s a depressing film, but like cop movies and war movies, an espionage film tests peoples’ resolve as they try to act as humans in the face of inhumanity; you have to hang on until the inspiration comes.
LeCarre’ even shows up in this film, though it’s only a cameo where he plays a ticket collector on the metro. I might have been the only person in the theater who recognized him; writers find it easier to walk among us unrecognized, but for me his cover was blown decades ago.