A friend has sent me this review (http://www.economist.com/node/21529004) of the new film of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, a favorite book of mine.
I have misgivings. I have misgivings about seeing any film made of any book I really enjoyed — I'm afraid my own involved visualization will be supplanted by the film's. I turned off the Alec Guinness version six minutes in — all, all wrong, wrong. Louis Mazzini, Henry St. James, Col. Nicholson, yes; George Smiley, no.
Rarely does any movie come near reproducing sensations as complex as I have when I read a good book. Explicitness washes out subtlety; images wash out words.
The one temptation is the review's hint that there might be a new angle on the character of Mr. Smiley: "…there’s a sadistic side that Mr Oldman has brought carefully to the surface." Hm.
Clearly, if I had expected to avoid torment in this life my expectations were impossibly unrealistic.