Even though it’s based on a Forsyth book, it’s practically a ‘return to form’ for
In fact, it’s an altogether plausible thriller – until you get to the American actors. Sure, Ned Beatty and Joanna Cassidy are great actors – but whoever thought that Russian Intelligence agents, save for Brosnan, should sport American accents should be forced to spend a month in some inarticulate American suburb. It almost ruined an otherwise good film. When the round and blustered vowels were rolling out of Mr. Beatty’s mouth, I had to wonder if the film were meant to be a dig at American influence over the UK, much like those xenophobic Japanese monster movies – Godzilla, etc. It was just a bit of a stumbling block to try to paint these Americans as Russians, when they weren’t *trying* very hard to be Russians.
A plus for this film was that it tried, somewhat, to depict the preparations that Brosnan had to make as an enemy agent. Not as meticulous as ‘
Harry Palmer is back, sort of.