Review – The Russia House

If you’re expecting this to be James Bond exciting because Sean Connery’s in it or sexy because Michelle Pfeiffer’s in it, then get ready for a big disappointment. Instead, what you get is a John Le Carré waning-days-of-the-Cold-War talk-heavy tale of double-crossing secret agents. Connery plays a British book publisher contacted by a Soviet intelligence operative looking to publish his memoirs. By the end we’ve gotten a taste of the dregs from every spy movie from Hopscotch to From Russia with Love, but none of it amounts to much. Some of the sequences showing spycraft at work are marginally entertaining, and some of the location shots are pretty. Otherwise it’s just pretty dull. Mildly amusing