This is an underseen film by a director working at the top of his game.
Enter Tony Mendez, the CIA's exfiltration expert.
The killer moment: After tearing his apartment apart in search of a bug, Caul sits alone in the wreckage, playing a mournful saxophone.
Wait until you see this guy, wheeling out of a dark corner with a canned laugh.
However, as a director who has consistently examined sexuality as alternatively a façade and a window into people's inner lives, it remains an important and serious work that has elevated eroticism to the forefront of popular narrative.
In contrast, two years later, the director hired one of the most well-known actors in the world to portray the polar opposite of this scenario: a guy who has been plagued by tragedy and has no choice but to escape into sexual depravity.