CharleyH
Curioser and curiouser
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I love spies and spy films, maybe not James Bond, but ...
Last night (Taking off on Ami's movie threads) I watched Breach The film was slow moving, which is something I liked about it, but fascinating. For those who have not seen it, it's a story about Robert Hanssen (sorry for the wiki).
I wanted to stop watching it a couple of times because I was yawning, yet it was engaging somehow, more real (not real, though) than most spy flicks.
There's a certain allure and excitement in the concept of "SPY" and yet after this film I was left with a sense of 'how could anyone live with themselves?' I had that feeling because I can't imagine having to walk around anxiety-ridden about who was also spying on me ... worried about getting caught or killed, or how many people I was actually betraying or killing. The loneliness of the lifestyle would be too much for me to handle. The film also had me thinking that patriotism wasn't much more than being a team player sometimes, but that's an aside (and more indepth a thought than I am presenting).
What intrigued me were the reasons that the film presented for this great American betrayal by Hanssen, and those reasons didn't seem much different than that of the disgruntled postal worker or a serial killer blaming their parents.
I guess the question I want to get at is why do we idealize spies in fiction when in reality we detest them so much that we'd put them to death (not that Hanssen was in reality)?
Last night (Taking off on Ami's movie threads) I watched Breach The film was slow moving, which is something I liked about it, but fascinating. For those who have not seen it, it's a story about Robert Hanssen (sorry for the wiki).
I wanted to stop watching it a couple of times because I was yawning, yet it was engaging somehow, more real (not real, though) than most spy flicks.
There's a certain allure and excitement in the concept of "SPY" and yet after this film I was left with a sense of 'how could anyone live with themselves?' I had that feeling because I can't imagine having to walk around anxiety-ridden about who was also spying on me ... worried about getting caught or killed, or how many people I was actually betraying or killing. The loneliness of the lifestyle would be too much for me to handle. The film also had me thinking that patriotism wasn't much more than being a team player sometimes, but that's an aside (and more indepth a thought than I am presenting).
What intrigued me were the reasons that the film presented for this great American betrayal by Hanssen, and those reasons didn't seem much different than that of the disgruntled postal worker or a serial killer blaming their parents.
I guess the question I want to get at is why do we idealize spies in fiction when in reality we detest them so much that we'd put them to death (not that Hanssen was in reality)?