The Old Man’s Back Again (or Sir Alec Guinness’ Cold War style)
Wednesday, August 20th, 2008What with Russia’s recent invasion of Georgia, just about everybody’s getting in on the saber-rattling act this week: Condi, Putin, that new Russian prez (who?), Poland, NATO — even Gorbachev! Man, it takes me back. I have to admit, as a child of the 70s/80s, I’m a sucker for Cold War-era books and movies. So if we’re about to start up a new deep-freeze, at least I’ve got that to look forward to. And so I’m using these recent Eastern European events as an excuse to go slightly off-topic (but not entirely) this week and talk about one of my favorite Cold War flicks, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy.
(Watch the first two — entirely wordless — minutes of the video link above. If you aren’t intrigued, the rest of it’s probably not for you.)
Last year, my friend Rachel turned me on to this BBC TV miniseries, a 1979 adaptation of John Le Carre’s novel of the same name. It scratches almost all of my itches. Incredibly dense (ultimately nonsensical) spy-vs-spy plot twists typical of the Cold War (check). Grainy, lovingly rendered 70s-era cinematography filled with super-long tracking shots and plenty of scenes that unfold leisurely, sometimes going several minutes without any dialog (check). Rampant Anglophilia (check). Brilliant acting (Sir Alec Guinness found time to star between appearances in something called Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back). And finally, a range of British fashion, from dumpy to dapper (told you this wasn’t entirely off the subject).
None of the clothing in the series is particularly suited to short men, nor is it anything that I would necessarily consider appropriate to the modern day. But in terms of theatrical costuming, it’s supremely well done: every outfit perfectly evokes its wearer’s character. But more than that, I’m kind of obsessed with the fashion portrayed in the series generally. Particularly the tie knots. Some of the knots are just so big and effortless and beautiful that everything I’ve ever seen on the streets of NYC (or in fashion mags, on The Sartorialist, etc.) just kind of pales by comparison. It all just seems either sad and small and pinched or overwrought and overblown.
Makes me want to spend my life going to knot-tying school. But I think the point here is that maybe you only get to look as subtly dapper as George Smiley and Control et al. if you’re on the wrong side of 60 and you’re washed up, fighting for your job, got a bit of a paunch and just don’t give a damn any more. If that’s the case, here’s hoping that the next cold war is over by the time I start to look that good.
PS: Although Le Carre chose to make the original BBC version a television miniseries because he didn’t think a feature-length format could do the novel justice, looks like Tinker, Tailor’s finally going to make it to the big screen.
