"Case Study: Three Days of the Condor"

Si se presta la debida atención a los mas mínimos detalles, será fácil ver las razones por las cuales este filme es una de esas grandes lecciones de vida de la que hay muchísimo que aprender.

El ámbito profesional está lleno de trampas y enemigos insospechados.

Es una lástima que solo caigamos en cuenta cuando ataca el factor sorpresa, a última hora y en el momento menos esperado.




"Joe Turner, code name Condor, works as a reader for Section 9, Department 17 - fronting as the American Literacy Historical Society - of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). The section's readers read everything that is published to see if the material is being used or planted by national security agencies for the US or enemy regimes in actual operations. The office for the section, which is comprised of eight people in total, is located in a nondescript but secure building in New York City.

After returning to the office from a lunch food run for which he initially left the building through an unofficial entrance/exit, Condor finds that all six of his colleagues at work that day, including his girlfriend Janice Chon, have been executed, their dead bodies strewn throughout the office. The seventh has been murdered in his home. Not knowing any of his superiors outside the section, Condor slowly begins not to trust the organization itself.

After a botched attempt to bring him in, Condor decides to go on the run and try and figure out what is happening on his own. In his quest, Condor kidnaps a young, seemingly lonely woman named Kathy Hale, who, despite being scared by what is happening, eventually believes Condor's story and decides to help him. He also believes the executions have something to do with the tall Alsatian accented man he keeps encountering, and the last report he wrote and submitted to his superiors outside the section..."

Memorable Quotes

Joubert: Would you move from the window, please?
Janice: I won't scream.
Joubert: I know.



Joe Turner: I don't remember yesterday. Today it rained.



Joe Turner: Listen. I work for the CIA. I am not a spy. I just read books! We read everything that's published in the world. And we... we feed the plots - dirty tricks, codes - into a computer, and the computer checks against actual CIA plans and operations. I look for leaks, I look for new ideas... We read adventures and novels and journals. I... I... Who'd invent a job like that?



Kathy: Sometimes I take a picture that isn't like me. But I took it so it is like me. It has to be. I put those pictures away.
Joe Turner: I'd like to see those pictures.
Kathy: We don't know each other that well.
Joe Turner: Do you know anybody that well?
Kathy: I don't think I want to know you very well. I don't think you're going to live much longer.
Joe Turner: I may surprise you.



It does not cease to amaze me how intelligence is sharpened by hunger and desperation. Pay attention to second 0:49, when Joe looks at the postman's shoes. That's all it took for him to realize the man was not a postal service worker but a trained assassin. By second 0:56 he was already grabbing the pot with the boiling water. At that was before he even could have a chance to take a sip of his morning coffee!



Joe Turner: This is no damned book! Somebody or something is rotten in the Company!
Higgins: You never complained 'til yesterday
Joe Turner: You didn't start killing my friends until yesterday!

Joe Turner: What does Operations care about a bunch of damn books? A book in Dutch. A book out of Venezuela. Mystery stories in Arabic.
Atwood: Wait!
Joe Turner: What the hell is so important about...
[He stops as he sees the connection]
Joe Turner: Oil fields. Oil. That's it, isn't it? This whole damn thing was about oil! Wasn't it? Wasn't it?
Atwood: Yes, it was.