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Turns out the secret to my enjoying this was to drink a glass of wine and smoke a joint I found in the men's changing room at my gym beforehand. Why didn't eighties kids simply do this
Laughed hysterically at the first sight of Andy Serkis's wig and never stopped
Bloody wonderful. Impossible not to note the intertexts — narrated by Whishaw, who covered similar ground in the disappointing London Spy and whose Q was allowed to come out in his final appearance without fear of reprisal; whose plummy tones here self-consciouly echo those of Paul Scofield in Patrick Keiller's first two "Robinson" films, of which this is (at least partially) formally inspired by; and, of course, the territory of spy fiction staked out by the likes of le Carre,…