The Excellent 1960s-Set Spy City Does the Genre Proud on AMC+
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Berlin. 1960s. Cold War. Spies.
If you’re like me, and you read that collection of words, you are absolutely primed for just about anything that comes next. Espionage is my genre, and has been since the first time I read Clear and Present Danger as a kid (don’t worry, I’ve long since moved on to John LeCarre and Alan Furst). So when my editor brought my attention to Spy City, a new show premiering on AMC+, and suggested that it might be right up my alley, I mentally made a slight correction: This is my alley. This is it. You are here. Look no further for the soul of Shane Ryan.
Considering those ingredients, a show would really have to fall on its face to not be at least somewhat entertaining to me, but the sad truth is that lately a lot of spy/detective/crime shows are very much falling on their faces. The genre has become so popular that the bar for creating such a show is lower than ever before, and instead of being reserved for the specialists, you have hacks at the helm who don’t care about writing and think that “style” (read: doing a bad Guy Ritchie impression) can make up for any shortcoming. It cannot—not even close—and the result is that I now have to contend with both excitement and dread when the latest spy offering drops.
All of which is a long preamble to the main point: Spy City is really good. Go in with pure excitement, leave the dread behind. The best compliment I can pay the show, before we get into specifics, is that it feels like 10 episodes of TV jammed into six. If that sounds like a weak compliment, it’s not; it means the people who created the show really, really cared about plot, have a lot of ground to cover, and are not going to futz around in telling their story. This is a welcome change from shows that can’t be bothered to have more than four really critical dramatic beats, but take 15 episodes to get there and fill the empty space with ridiculous, intelligence-insulting twists. So that’s the other very good compliment I should give: The writers of Spy City trust that you’re smart, they write to your level, and if you’re not smart and you fall behind or drop off? Too bad. Go watch Gangs of London.
The story, written by William Boyd (a renowned Scottish novelist about whom I know embarrassingly little), is that a British MI6 agent named Fielding Scott is sent to Berlin to find a mole within the ranks who won’t stop leaking critical information. His mission comes not long after he put his own career at risk when he was forced to kill another British agent in self-defense—for reasons that remain mysterious—and the two narratives eventually intertwine. As Scott, Dominic Cooper is so good that you’ll find yourself wishing he would play the character for the rest of his life. By turns brooding, calculating, arrogant, funny, reckless, charming, and ruthless, he’s about as perfect for the role as anyone could hope for. (I will tiptoe up to the line of spoilers, but not over, when I tell you that there’s a death in the final episode which features a bit of acting from Cooper that is so raw and satisfying, I’ve already watched it a dozen times.)
It will sound reductive, but when you combine the quality of Boyd’s writing and the quality of Cooper’s performance, the rest of the cast could have been played by Gilbert Gottfried wearing various wigs, set on the surface of the moon, and it would still have been a pretty good show.