Hopscotch

Ronald Neame's Hopscotch opens with CIA field agent Miles Kendig (Walter Matthau) photographing a microfilm transfer being foiled. Upon his return to the States, Kendig gets demoted for not arresting Mikhail Yaskov (Herbert Lom), the European head of the KGB. Frustrated, he heads to Salzburg.

Reuniting with his former lover Isobel (Glenda Jackson), Kendig decides to write his memoirs -- well, more accurately, expose the dirty dealings of G.P. Myerson (Ned Beatty), his boss at the CIA. As such, Kendig is now on the run from people who very much do not want that information getting out. But will Kendig succeed?

Taking Brian Garfield's original novel (he also co-wrote the script) and making it more comedic in tone (both Neame and Matthau insisted on that), Hopscotch eschews the flashier elements of the spy genre in favor of sheer cunning and scheming. After all, that's what it takes to be a spy: being one step ahead of everyone else. (Take note, James Bond.)

Admittedly this is not the kind of role one would normally associate with Matthau. But it's his working-class charm that makes his role as effective as it is. You certainly don't expect someone like Matthau to take on the CIA, do you?

Hopscotch is the kind of picture seldom seen nowadays, the kind with sharp writing. (Nowadays everything's dumbed down for an audience not paying attention in the first place.) It also vindicates that spies aren't always looking like they stepped off a movie set; they usually look like your next-door neighbor.

My Rating: ****1/2