Those sharp, formulaic spy tropes from the ’50s and ’60s are transformed into a seamless animated carnival in the hands of Yefim Gamburg. While secret plans unfold in smoke-filled rooms, the focus suddenly shifts to the tragicomic struggles of an agent grappling with a toothache. The paranoid atmosphere of the Cold War melts away amid absurd details and fluid lines. This time, agents with their jacket collars turned up are not chasing grand conspiracies, but a toothache that just won’t go away. This cheerful parody unfolding on screen turns conventional spy clichés on their head while promising the audience a breathless chase.