Geheimring Nippon

You know, I'd say that about the only thing that could've possibly saved this piffling, little, 1957,"soap-opera-of-an-espionage-movie" from sinking under that sheer weight of its stars' inflated egos would've been the crucial appearance of everyone's favorite 50-meter monster, Godzilla.

Yeah. If Godzilla had suddenly shown up on the scene (and, once more, crushed Tokyo, but good, with his big, clumsy feet) that would've been a deliciously perfect way to generate some desperately needed interest for the likes of this utterly dry, drab and thoroughly sappy melodrama.

I would've loved to have seen actors like pretty-boy Robert Wagner, and cute-kittenish Joan Collins, and bored-bloated Edmond O'Brien running for their very lives down the streets of Tokyo while being hotly pursued by good, old Godzilla.

Believe me, Stopover Tokyo really was that bloody boring. And only an appearance by Godzilla could've saved it.