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The Spy Who Went Into the Cold, BBC Four

The Spy Who Went Into the Cold, BBC Four

Atmospheric Storyville documentary on Kim Philby chases shadows

Kim Philby: a slippery nullity

How much time does anyone want to spend in the company of Kim Philby? BBC Four’s Storyville allotted him 75 minutes, which isn’t much to tell the story of a third man with two paymasters and four wives. And yet this portrait somehow contrived to outstay its welcome. This is not to come over all huffy Heffer about betrayal. It’s just that hunting for the real Philby is like wandering around a maze uncertain if you’re looking for the entrance or the exit.

A dense construct of false fronts and double lives, raffishly charming and impeccably English, Philby amounted in The Spy Who Went into the Cold to a slippery nullity. A line-up of white-haired buffers had a go at outlining some memories. These included journalists, biographers, diplomats, historians and other assorted spook fanciers such as Phillip Knightley and the splendid Chapman Pincher, all of them emitting a faintly preposterous whiff of Empire starch and Establishment dust. None could quite put their finger on him, let alone land a glove. But then exactly how do you describe a void?

The facts of Philby’s career as a traitor were swiftly ticked off. The war was done and dusted within 10 minutes, and Philby was off from 1949 in Washington DC until Burgess and Maclean defected two years later, resulting in his own precautionary dismissal from the service. George Carey’s film was mostly interested in the long decade in which Philby, officially in the clear, and fixed up as a journalist in Beirut by friends on the edges of MI6, drank away the afternoons and waited to be exposed. This was the seedy period the likes of John Julius Norwich recalled with a cut-glass glint of nostalgic longing.

The film trowelled on the atmos by wandering about the rackety old streets of Beirut, even retracing Philby’s footsteps as far as the flat in Moscow his cheerful widow Rufina still shares with his old copies of Dick Francis and PG Wodehouse. Carey was also properly interrogative about the whats and whens and hows of Philby’s eventual flit from under the quivering nostrils of MI6. In an eccentric sleuthing trip to the Royal Botanical Gardens, he established that Anthony Blunt’s arrival in Lebanon to look for a frog orchid must have been a cover, because frog orchids don’t grow there.

But other questions went unasked, mostly about the sheer selfishness and inhumanity necessary for the double life. Philby privatised betrayal in his first three marriages, leaving a succession of women to suffer the consequences of his ideological commitment. He makes Henry VIII looked like a shining light of uxoriousness. The last Mrs Philby (pictured above) recalled a pathetically insecure old man who hated to let her out of his sight: the traitor fearing betrayal, perhaps. Philby’s adoring daughter Josephine, whose lined face bears the distinctive imprint of her father’s suave features, seemed not to know much about him beyond the shadow of his absence. “Dad was all over the place,” she recalled. “We never really knew what he was doing.” You craved more on this, and yet it’s clear why this couldn’t be a longer film. With Kim Philby, more would be only less.

Hunting for the real Philby is like wandering around a maze not knowing if you’re looking for the entrance or the exit


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