Every year there is one film thrown out by the film industry that is on the receiving end of a huge amount of critical nut stroking. The critics get down there, and they, well, fondle those balls. Invariably, and this is the point of this introduction, the film is fundamentally not worth the testicular massage that it is receiving. Don’t get me wrong, they are always, without exception, well acted, well shot, good looking films, but, and this is the important but, they are narcolepsy inducing. Last year, for example, The Black Swan received more handjob’s than Bill Clinton, yet actually wasn’t that good. This year, that film is Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy.