Robert Redford
Brad Pitt
Catherine McCormack
Larry Bryggman
Stephen Dillane
Marianne Jean-Baptiste
directed by
Tony Scott
Spy Game opens in 1991. On the very same day that Nathan Muir (Redford) is to
retire from the Central Intelligence Agency, his one-time protégé Tom Bishop
(Pitt) is captured and detained in a Chinese prison. Captured while trying to
free a prisoner, Bishop is to be executed within 24 hours.
Instead of having a
relaxing last day at the office, Muir is instead treated to an all-day
interrogation about Bishop from the boys at Langley: how he first met Tom in
Vietnam, his recruitment of Bishop in West Berlin and the assignment they both
worked on in Beirut, Lebanon.
Here, the two had a falling-out that involved a
woman Bishop fell for, a relief worker named Elizabeth Handley (Catherine
McCormack). In between his periods of interrogation, Muir manages to slip out of
the room and dart around CIA headquarters in an effort to get Bishop released
from the prison alive.
An interesting premise, to be sure. But in the hands of screenwriters Michael
Frost Beckner, David Arata and director Tony Scott, the potential to have an
involving, exciting espionage drama is shot to hell within the first twenty
minutes. Scott provides his usual audio/visual pyrotechnics, which make us numb
to the convoluted script.
Pitt and Redford try to use their onscreen charisma to
make their characters seem more than the clichés they ultimately are (Muir being
the Wise Old spy and Bishop, the Arrogant Young Gun), but it is to no avail. The
silly dialogue, overstuffed story (yes, sometimes movies can have too many
things going on for its own good) and underdeveloped characters bestowed upon
them by Beckner and Arata can only take them so far.
Scott's non-stop camera movement, inability to create dramatic tension (his
use of a 'ticking clock' scenario is unintentionally funny) and non-stop use of
a thunderous music score (by Harry Gregson-Williams) only makes matters worse.
Add to that music-video style editing by Christian Wagner and you have Three
Days Of The Condor for the Short Attention Span Generation, one that plods along
thanks not to an involving story but a musical tempo.
Perhaps in the hands of Oliver Stone, Steven Soderbergh or even Tony Scott's
brother, Ridley, Spy Game may have been able to overcome its script's
shortcomings to become something along the lines of the Jack Ryan films: a fun
popcorn flick with signs of intelligent life. In the hands of Tony Scott
however, the signs are nowhere to be found and the popcorn is downright
stale.