Three Days of the Condor

Sydney Pollack's 1975 political anxiety thriller Three Days of the Condor was another enjoyable watch, with an interestingly brainy plot that folds in on itself. I can't help but remark upon how sexy Robert Redford was as a nervous, stubbly journalist-type with big glasses and a cigarette, a little frightening and innocent in appearance at once. The ever-lovely Faye Dunaway was, however, a bit of a disappointment; while the fault seems to lie mostly with the oddly flat and melodramatic script, one would hope for a better sex scene, much less the flirtations that ought to have led up to it. 

My most pressing inquiry would be, is there really such a branch of the CIA that reads spy novels and watches patterns of sale and translation in the hopes of catching some underground communication? And, is there a CIA within the CIA? The point remains, Max von Sydow is always awesome.