Bil’s rating (out of 5): BB.
USA, 1990. Pathé Entertainment, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, Star Partners III Ltd.. Screenplay by Tom Stoppard, based on the novel by John Le Carre. Cinematography by Ian Baker. Produced by Paul Maslansky, Fred Schepisi. Music by Jerry Goldsmith. Production Design by Richard Macdonald. Costume Design by Ruth Myers. Film Editing by Peter Honess. Golden Globe Awards 1990.
Sean Connery plays a British professor who is also a Russophile and lives in the U.S.S.R. because of how much he loves the culture. When the friend of a Russian spy (Michelle Pfeiffer) hands secret information over to the British government, they in turn ask Connery to investigate the nature of the material to see if it is genuine or not. Soon the game becomes deadly for him and Pfeiffer, and the movie itself becomes deadly for the audience because it’s just so boring. I suppose it should be considered tasteful, literate filmmaking for the intellectually superior, but I think even the most pretentious brainiac will get tired of the colourless sets and uneventful dialogue and just switch it off. Connery is his usual smugly self-confident self, while Pfeiffer shines as the inexperienced operative (she later wondered if she would ever be allowed to make a film with a male co-star half her age when she was in her sixties…I’d say Cheri and I Could Never Be Your Woman were valiant attempts).