A Most Wanted Man

As a fan, it still hurts to remember that Philip Seymour Hoffman died in February. Tonight I saw one of his last films, an adaptation of a John Le Carré novel, by director Anton Corbijn.

I laughed several times; I often react more enthusiastically to a wry turn of phrase or circumstance than to an actual joke. This is a tense film, filled not with twists and turns but with characters alternately driven and desperate. It’s the characters I enjoyed most, and their smallest interactions. Hoffman’s small band of spies enjoyed possibly the most pleasant and supportive professional environment I’ve ever seen in a film.