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Rating: I read this review on the web: "At the center of the story is the frustrating life of a CIA agent, but above all the birth of secret services. The American filmmaker's interest in international politics and so-called intelligence has never been kept secret. The film's intent is clear from the first scenes. It seeks to distance itself, as much as possible, from a spy-game fantasy narrative structure in order to illustrate how seemingly anonymous men managed to control the world through extremely rational methods, putting human and professional aspects into play. Eric Roth's screenplay revives the political and moral sharpness of his previous work, Munich. Both films center on a character whose mission seems to be leading us toward a state of 'universal justice.' We acknowledge Roth and De Niro for not forcing his figure emotionally. The screenwriter and director manage to build suspense not with gunshots but with whispers and furtive glances. Stylistically in line with the dictates of classic cinema, the film forces the viewer to pay maximum attention to the dialogues. Not only that. It entails a real inductive and interrogative work that assumes the existence of gaps that the individual must somehow fill thanks to personal historical and political knowledge. Cinematically traversing several decades (twenty-five years of American history) in nearly three hours could risk putting the viewer in a state of anxiety and mental overload due to the many implications present. Fortunately, none of this happens." And after reading it, I say: damn, how could I miss this? I quickly catch up, download it from the mule in 20 minutes, connect the PC to the amp, crank up the Dolby, flop on the sofa, glass of wine and cigarette, and... first scene, straight to it, without titles and music, just a huge dick inside an even larger pussy at ninety degrees, full screen, him dressed as Napoleon and her as Marie Antoinette, the canopy bed shaking. Damn, wait a minute, not like this, I look for the remote, the damn cat jumps on it scared, turning the volume up to the max, I spill the glass of wine on the sofa and the cigarette on the keyboard, the house vibrates in unison with Napoleon's thrusts amplified by the subwoofer, she screams break me break me and he yes, I break you I break you. It's three minutes of panic, just three, I regain control. Napoleon spurts on Marie Antoinette, and everything ends, calm returns, the two happily stroll in the garden. The sparrows chirp. The review said: 'Both films center on a character whose mission seems to be leading us toward a state of "universal justice."' I've heard a fuck called many things, but this seems a bit strange. Anyway, epilogue: the next day, I run into the neighbor on the landing, she has a sly smile. 'What movie were you watching last night?'. 'The Good Shepherd', I say, and she: 'oh yes, I've heard about it, the good shepherd'. 'What?' 'G-o-o-d She-pherd, the good shepherd'. 'Funny, I didn't know that in English 'doggy style' was called 'good shepherd'. I'll remember that when I go abroad. Bye.'
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