A quiet galaxy away from the touchstones of espionage we've all grown used to, Walter Matthau strides confidently through this delightfully daft Cold War caper. His seamless ability to glide from country to country almost feels like a cheap dig at the spy classics, and while there's nothing glamorous here, there's still the edge of a thriller nestled under the comedy.
This one feels dated in both tone and execution, the script is workaday and yet the actors manage to transcend the weakness of the material. Matthau is always a joy, Glenda Jackson (if underused) brings old school spark, Ned Beatty is a perfect jerk and both Herbert Lom and Sam Waterston provide dignity and even pathos. I just wish it had a bit more weight and bite.
Tired and dated spy comedy that finds ever unlikely leading man Walter Matthau as a seasoned spy who retaliates against the C.I.A. , when he's about to be put out to pasture, by writing a tell all memoir. Supporting cast is completely wasted here especially Glenda Jackson who is demeaned with a supporting girlfriend role. With barely a lick of humour or inspiration this one makes no memorable impression.
Could this be the Four Lions of its time? Replacing our current terrorism-fueled war with a cold one? Not only do I think so but Hopscotch has the brilliant mindset in its charm and comedy. The great Walter Matthau kills it as the CIA old-hand and nearly child-like rebel against his boss. The ride carries this great performance(s) and brings on a healthy does of MASH-like comedy to something serious.