The central performance from Philip Seymour Hoffman is
staggering, a rare case of an actor totally owning the screen. Critics and
audiences speak constantly of an actor appearing to be ‘world-weary’, but few
ever live up to that. Not so with Hoffman. With a cigarette forever dangling
from his lips and a hipflask near to hand, his bedraggled and unshaven form is
a weighty presence that cannot fail to draw the eye. As upsetting as it may be
to admit, Hoffman’s internal, off-screen problems appear only to enhance his
performance.
Though they may pale slightly in comparison to the leading
powerhouse, the supporting cast are still watchable. Willem Dafoe takes a break
from villainous caricatures and is all the better for it as a put-upon businessman
and Grigoriy Bobrygin is utterly believable as the wayward Islamist lost not
only in a foreign land but also internally. It’s good to see Rachel McAdams
back in a major supporting role, although it is a shame to see the talented Daniel
Brühl relegated to little more than a background appearance. All cast members
who are required to don a German accent manage to keep it mostly in check,
though I can’t speak for the accuracy of those which are Hamburg-specific.
The plot unfolds slowly and deliberately, appearing at first
to be heading in one direction but then taking a wild yet usually subtly
executed turn. Unlike the previous Le Carré adaptation Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy,
where everything is in the smallest of details (a raised eyebrow, a nervous
glance), this film wears its schemes and double-crosses with sour grimaces or
frustrated swearing. The technological element also feels very contemporary,
hidden cameras and surveillance vans taking the place of bugged lamps or hidden
envelopes.
The functional cinematography is pitched just right; the
steel and concrete architecture and the iron-grey skies of Hamburg a perfect
match for the unfeeling, morally grey area that Bachmann and his associates
inhabit. This is not a film about heroes and villains, but about those in-between,
struggling to decide between the lesser of many evils and attempting compromise
despite less than favourable results, results which more often than not are
frustrating and ultimately unfair.
A Most Wanted Man
is a contemporary war-on-terror thriller that, despite its pulpy origins, is a story
entirely owned not by the director or the writer, but Philip Seymour Hoffman.
As a swansong to a remarkable film career – and indeed a troubled life – I cannot
imagine anything better suited: it’s dark, bitter, brooding and powerful.
4.5 stars
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