When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a spy. You get it, right? The moral ambiguity, the intricate betrayals, the sense that everyone is moving across a board like a chess piece, never quite sure who’s playing them and who’s being played. The best ones—think *The Spy Who Came in from the Cold*—capture not just the mechanics of espionage but the psychological weight of it. *A Dandy in Aspic* (1968) wants to be one of those films.