A stylish, low-key 70s thriller carried by the man Redford. The first half hour is excellent, setting the scene and presenting Redford as a book-ish, happy go lucky CIA research operative. His co-workers are brutally murdered whilst he's out to lunch and upon discovering their bodies on return he goes on the run. The movie settles into periods of quiet contemplation and sudden bursts of action, as Redford becomes more and more paranoid. He develops a rather unusual relationship with the striking Faye Dunaway (who he takes hostage), and this occupies a lot of the middle period of the film. I got a bit lost around this point, but things start to come together towards the end, with the unsettling hitman Max von Sydow tying up some of the loose ends. I didn't enjoy Three Days of the Condor as much as some of the other crime / thriller movies from this period, but it is certainly enjoyable and if you are able to adapt to the slower pace, this is well worth a look. Redford's character is a little perplexing as at the start of the film he is a genius bookworm, and by the end of it he is wrestling villains, shooting guns and rewiring phone exchanges. Yet Redford is always watchable, charistmatic and frustratingly handsome. Damn him! I should note that the wrapping up of the story is particularly fascinating as it seems to be about 25 years before it's time.