I'd been waiting a while to see this, and Al got given it for his birthday so the other night we made cocktails - black cherry martinis; cassis & vodka - and watched it on the big screen, courteousy of Al's projector.
It was a grey and dank and paranoid as I'd been led to believe, and it had a brilliantly evocative score to go with Richard Burton's grim visage. It reminded me a lot of Conrad's Secret Agent. Seeing Burton's agent go down the labour exchange bears similarities with the shopkeeper/agent in Conrad's book.
There was a great end speech from Burton too (starts at 2:40):
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