Restored and dashing like a new penny, the quintessence of the conspiratorial spy film of the 1970s is back in theaters. From the first images, we find the purring computers, as big as grandmothers' cupboards.
We imagine that they symbolize modernity par excellence.
Analysts joke in a plush New York apartment.
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In an atmosphere worthy of a university library, these documentalists wearing tweed jackets and bow ties spend their lives reading, deciphering, analyzing, deciphering everything that is published on the planet on behalf of the CIA.
As for Robert Redford, he is late.
With his sailor cap, he slips on his Solex through the morning traffic of Manhattan.
He is the soft-boner of the gang, the one who understands that an "ice ball" was used to kill a man, because he read it in the
Dick Tracy
comic strip
.
Redford decrypts novels and comics in search of coded messages.
But he's not a spy.
Again
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