The Gary Oldman Problem: From Sirius Black to Slow Horses, Why Don't We Know His Face?

So, let’s get this straight.

Last week, I sat down to watch the Season 5 premiere of Slow Horses, the only spy show that seems to remember spies are miserable, broken people working in a miserable, broken system. And the show opens with one of the most stomach-churning, nihilistic acts of violence I’ve ever seen on television. Not flashy, not cool. Just ugly, pointless, and sickeningly real. A guy named Rob Trew calmly eats breakfast, picks up a duffel bag from a van, walks to a town square, and just… starts killing people. Everyone. He mows down 11 civilians with a machine gun, his face a total blank, before a sniper puts a bullet in his head.

It was brutal. It was horrifying. It was the perfect distillation of the show’s entire thesis: the world is a meat grinder, and most of us are just the gristle.

And then I wake up this morning, scroll through the news, and see the face of the man at the center of that universe, Gary Oldman, grinning from ear to ear at Windsor Castle while Prince William taps him on the shoulder with a sword.

The whiplash is going to send me to a chiropractor.

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The dissonance here is staggering. On one hand, you have Jackson Lamb, Oldman’s character. A man who is physically and spiritually disgusting. He’s a greasy, chain-smoking, flatulent wreck who lives in filth, treats his subordinates like garbage, and views the entire British establishment—the very establishment handing out these shiny medals—as a cabal of incompetent, self-serving morons. And he’s usually right. The Slow Horses Gary Oldman performance is a masterclass in decay.

On the other hand, you have Sir Gary Oldman, 67, looking dapper in a bespoke Paul Smith morning suit. Apparently, he was going for a "classic British, with a twist" look, inspired by a '70s photo of Prince Charles. The suit had trousers with a slight boot cut, a little nod to his "rock 'n' roll" past. A boot cut. That’s the revolution, folks. A slightly wider hem at the bottom of your pants while you’re literally getting knighted by the future king. Give me a break.

The Prince of Wales himself, a supposed fan of the show, told Oldman that every time he sees him on screen, he just wants to "give you a good wash."

Think about that for a second. The heir to the throne is watching a show that portrays his own country’s intelligence service as a rotting husk, personified by a man who looks and smells like a walking biohazard. And his takeaway is a lighthearted joke about hygiene before making that man a Knight of the British Empire. It’s like finding a massive crack in the foundation of your house and deciding to hang a pretty picture over it.

Oldman, to his credit, had a good comeback: “Well, I think I’ve scrubbed up okay today.”

He sure did. But what gets scrubbed out in the process?

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The Man Who Would Be Lamb

I get it, it’s acting. Oldman is not Jackson Lamb. The guy’s a chameleon. He’s been everyone. The punk rock implosion of Sid Vicious, the romantic monster in Dracula, the quiet dread of George Smiley. He was Commissioner Gordon in the Gary Oldman Batman films, the unhinged pimp in True Romance, the over-the-top villain Zorg in The Fifth Element, and offcourse, Winston Churchill, a role that won him an Oscar. And let's not forget the entire generation that knows him only as Sirius Black from the Harry Potter movies. He’s a legend, no one’s debating that.

But his work on Slow Horses feels different. It feels… essential. He’s not just playing a character; he’s embodying an idea. The idea that competence exists, but it’s buried under layers of political sludge and institutional rot. Lamb is the cynical heart of a nation that has lost its way, and that’s what makes the show so damn compelling.

And Oldman admits he’s been living it. For five years, he’s carried Jackson Lamb around with him. He says he made the decision not to wear a wig, so he’s had the same lank, greasy hair the whole time. He’s got the belly. “He’s always with me,” Oldman says. “Around my waist. On my chin. On my head.”

So the guy who has physically molded himself into a symbol of anti-establishment disgust just accepted the ultimate establishment prize. It's a sellout move. No, that’s too simple. It’s the final, logical conclusion of a system that has become immune to criticism because it’s learned how to absorb it. It doesn’t fight its jesters; it invites them into the court and gives them a title.

It’s just… weird. The whole thing feels like a simulation glitch. While the fictional Slough House is dealing with the fallout of a horrific mass shooting and a shadowy conspiracy, the actor playing their boss is talking about his collection of over a hundred pairs of Paul Smith shoes, many of which he’s never even worn. It’s a level of celebrity detachment that makes my teeth ache. Who owns a hundred pairs of shoes? It ain't just a collection, it's a museum to things you don't need.

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The Joke's on Who, Exactly?

Back in the grim world of the show, Lamb’s agents are falling apart. Louisa Guy has quit. Shirley Dander is back on drugs and paranoid. River Cartwright is dealing with his grandfather’s dementia. These are people chewed up and spit out by the very service Oldman is now being honored for portraying. The violence of that opening scene has consequences that will ripple through these already broken lives.

But in the real world, there are no consequences. There are only awards. Honors. Bespoke suits and polite chatter with royalty.

Oldman said he was “humbled and flattered” and that the knighthood “pales in comparison” to his Oscar. When the Prime Minister’s office sent a letter asking if he’d accept the honor, should it be offered, he says he wrote back in all caps: YES.

Maybe I'm the crazy one here. Maybe it’s just a great actor getting a deserved award for a lifetime of incredible work. An honor for all the Gary Oldman movies and TV shows that have defined generations. Who am I to piss on his parade?

But I can’t shake the feeling that something profound and deeply ironic is happening. The system isn't just tolerating its most potent critique; it’s pinning a medal on it. It’s patting the snarling dog on the head, turning its bark into a charming anecdote. It’s the ultimate power move, a way of saying, “Yes, we see the rot you’re showing everyone. And we’d like to formally thank you for the excellent ratings.”

It’s like the system is so confident in its own permanence, it can afford to laugh at the joke, and honestly…

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In the end, this isn’t about Gary Oldman selling out. It’s about an establishment so unshakable it can take its most vicious caricature, the slovenly, brilliant, anti-everything Jackson Lamb, and turn him into a knight. It’s not a contradiction; it’s a victory lap. They’re not just ignoring the critique; they’re absorbing it, domesticating it, and mounting it on the palace wall like a hunting trophy. The rebellion has been televised, celebrated, and now, officially knighted.

Reference article source：

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