LAST week’s sunny weather having disappeared (well, this is Wales, where every silver lining has a cloud), The Current Mrs Feeney and I headed to the cinema today for a lunchtime (the benefits of retirement) showing of Our Kind Of Traitor, the film of the John Le Carre novel about a money-launderer for the Russian mafia who befriends an English Literature university lecturer, in order to pass on details about British politicians’ and bankers’ links with organised crime, in exchange for the British secret service arranging safe passage to the UK for his family.
I enjoy Le Carre. His is a world where nobody and nothing is untainted. I suppose it is quite religious in that aspect.
Ewan McGregor played the lecturer, Stellan Skarsgard the money launderer, and Damian Lewis the MI6 agent trying to seal the deal despite the dark forces of corruption lined up against him.
They – like the film itself – were competent but unremarkable. It was a pleasant enough way to while away a couple of hours.
Retired Bloke rating: OK.