Affleck shoots the Tehran scenes like a horror movie. The colors are washed out, the streets are a maze of murals and screams, and the revolution is never more than one bad turn away. He understands that the greatest enemy is not a villain with a mustache, but randomness . A checkpoint. A suspicious guard. A phone call to the wrong office.
"Argo, fuck yourself," Lester Siegel says, hanging up the phone. It’s a rude, perfect, ridiculous punchline. And like the plan itself, it worked like a charm. argo.2012
It involved a fake movie, a fake production company, a fake screenplay titled Argo , and one very real, very terrified operative named Tony Mendez. That the story became a film in 2012—and that the film won Best Picture—is a miracle of cinematic alchemy. But Argo is more than a history lesson. It is a masterclass in how to wring every last drop of sweat out of an audience. Ben Affleck, already two films deep into his unexpected second act as a director ( Gone Baby Gone , The Town ), had a simple challenge: make the audience forget they already know the ending. We know the "Canadian Caper" worked. We know the six diplomats got on that Swissair flight. And yet, for the final 40 minutes of Argo , you will find yourself holding your breath. Affleck shoots the Tehran scenes like a horror movie
The film-within-a-film scenes are a delight. Goodman and Arkin get the film's best laughs, holding script meetings that double as covert operations. "If we're going to make a fake movie," Siegel drawls, "let's make a fake masterpiece." They place ads in Variety , rent office space, and hold a table read for a script that has no intention of ever being shot. It’s The Player meets The Spy Who Came in from the Cold . A checkpoint
The film’s famous third act—a breathless race to the airport, the frantic ticket stamping, the terrifying chase on the tarmac—has been criticized by historians as exaggerated. (In reality, the escape was quiet and uneventful. The plane did not chase them down the runway.) And yet, dramatically, it works because Affleck has earned it. By the time the 747 lifts its wheels off the ground, and the audience in the theater finally exhales, you don’t care about the historical asterisk. You care that the six people you’ve spent two hours with are going home. Argo is not a war film. It is a film about bureaucratic paralysis. The CIA is not heroic; it is cautious, risk-averse, and ready to abandon the six diplomats to their fate. The State Department is worse—more concerned with diplomatic protocol than human lives. The only real villain is the machinery of government moving too slowly.