just a little

Charlotte 2022-03-21 09:01:44

Probably because I like spy-themed movies very much, so I watched it smoothly.
It's just that the protagonist is not a spy material by any means: not self-controlled, emotional - of course, this is my understanding.

Maybe he doesn't have the terrifying spy charm of Byrne, but he's a kind and righteous spy man...it's flaws that make the characters come alive! Countless film and television works are interpreted in this way!

The most appreciative detail in this film: it is the realness of typing on the keyboard!
It's not that in other films, I never dared to make a close-up of the hand typing on the keyboard... It's just that the success rate of typing is also terrifying. This may be a fatal flaw in all films, right?

The details of the comparison failure: Presumably not many viewers understand what those command lines stand for. So a lot of clues can't be organized...

Maybe I need to take a good look at it too?
Of course, the plot is flawed, and the whole process may be empty!
No one believes that such a person can become a special agent, let alone that the internal staff of the data department need to do special agent-level training...

But still need to understand: no one could trust, everything is fake.

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The Recruit quotes

  • Dennis Slayne: [shouting at Burke] Walter!

    Walter Burke: [stops in his tracks, blinded by the lights] Well, will you look at this? Twenty seven years, I'm finally in the spotlight, huh? What do you know. What do we do now? Come get my gun? Or do you just want to hang me? Hang the traitor!

    [shouts at Slayne]

    Walter Burke: You ready for that, Slayne? I hear you. "Why'd you sell us out, Burke?" I sold you out? No way!

    Dennis Slayne: [realizes what is happening] Jesus Christ.

    Walter Burke: [raving] Twenty seven years, neck deep in shit! Sell you out? Did I do my job? I ask you: you do your job? I hand you the target, I tell you who and where. All you got to do is act. What do you do? Do you do your job? No!

    [screams]

    Walter Burke: I'm obsolete! I'm irrelevant! Me! Shame on you! You yank me home, you shove me out in the woods! Some Ivy League prick who's afraid of having dinner in DC because of street crime is judging my worth!

    Dennis Slayne: The target is Burke, I repeat, the target is Burke!

    Walter Burke: [breaks off as he sees the laser sights on his chest] ... shoving me in the fucking woods...

    Dennis Slayne: Put it down, Walter.

    Walter Burke: [stunned, to James] They came for you.

    James Clayton: [distraught] Yeah.

    Walter Burke: The line to the CIA was a fake. You never told them.

    James Clayton: [upset] No, you did. Nothing is what it seems.

    Dennis Slayne: God dammit, Walter.

    Walter Burke: [smiles ruefully] You got me, hand in the cookie jar.

    [grins]

    Walter Burke: You got to give me one thing. I'm a scary judge of talent. Here goes nothing.

    [cocks empty pistol]

    James Clayton: No!

    Walter Burke: Bye bye.

    James Clayton: [screams at CIA] No bullets!

    [Burke is shot dead in front of him]

  • Walter Burke: You gotta give me one thing. I'm a scary judge of talent.