Matt Damon joue un personnage qui aime la poésie et les filles, mais il se retrouve embrigadé dans la CIA. 30 ans passent, malgré la responsabilité des exactions sournoises et musclées qui pèse sur lui, Matt reste impassible et ne vieillit pas. Robert de Niro nous livre la version de son parrain, et soffre la place dhonneur en jouant le chef d'orchestre omniscient et un peu fatigué qui essaie juste de monter sa boite
Damon's Edward, who has withdrawn from people, emasculated himself, and stripped himself of an identity and a soul to better serve his country, seems to have no understanding of the America he suffers for. His distant family is a cloying reminder of his one misstep. His suburban home is a tomb. This haunting irony drives the film.
Loved it. A wonderful depiction of spies and espionage types doing their work as it is most likely done - not via shootouts and daring assassinations, but at exclusive gatherings, secretive telephone calls, etc. Is it enough for Edward to depend solely on his country as the justification for his actions? A haunting question. One of the more underrated from the last decade, IMO.
My goodness gracious Robert De Niro! Where did you go wrong!? I loved your previous directorial effort, A Bronx Story, but you have quite clearly lost your touch with this movie. It just is boring, uninteresting, and does not give me a reason to care about anything in it from beginning to end. Not even the Joe Pesci cameo is a consolation, it is just bad. Again, I love you De Niro, but this is not a success for you.