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An almost decent production after the James Bond model. Stephen Boyd has not the strength and the charm of Sean Connery or Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton or Pierce Brosnan, he is in the category of George Lazenby, a slightly better than the latter. The story is in the Bond spirit, but much simpler and more predictable. The other actors are somewhat OK. Robert Hoffmann and Jeremy Kemp have small roles. Leo McKern and Michael Redgrave stand out. And the Scandinavian "beauty" named Camilla Sparv is better at marrying very rich and influential men in the world of film than in acting.

It has zippy music, attractive locations and Camilla Sparv as an affable boytoy, but that world is not enough. Hits all the action man buttons of the 60s, race car driver, MI6, spy, playboy, and on. But he's not Bond and not Harry Palmer, and therein lies the problem.

Stephen Boyd miscast so the tone of the movie was not dark enough to sustain strong interest. The ending was good as she plays both Scott and Harris off each other and gets both of them, and her cohorts, out of the spy game. A better script would have concealed then revealed complex betrayals and alliances and, perhaps, who Sparv really worked for and to what purpose. Forty or so years later Casino Royale got it right.

A surprisingly stylish spy flick, based in Munich and London.

It has a few twists (some of them predictable) but the aspect that intrigued me most was the information exchange.

It's all done with tremendous subtlety, and you could easily watch the entire film and miss most of the exchanges.

I had a similar experience with "Funeral in Berlin".

That's what I like about a spy film, when you can watch it superficially and miss what is really going on. So the film becomes a shill for real life spying, where the public see relative normality, but the spies, though present in the normal life of the public around them, are functioning on a completely different level.

I would have to watch this film several times to pick out and understand all of the communications.

The film was made in 1968, and is very much of that era (which I like).

Stephen Boyd, with all the on screen charisma of a G I Joe, is a spy-cum-toy manufacturer. Really. They go a long way round before revealing his espionage activities for sure, but we're clued in.

The great Michael Redgrave shows up about three-quarters of an hour into the piece and altogether racks up three short scenes. Too bad. He always has screen charisma.

Other interesting actors come and go, including Jane Merrow and Jeremy Kemp. The big baddie is the always interesting Leo McKern. With Redgrave on a short leash and Merrow, Kemp and McKern on the side of evil, the movie suffers a severe charisma imbalance.

The case is baffling, that's for sure. But after about an hour one loses interest in it.

Oh, Camilla Sparv, sex appeal's answer to vanilla, is on hand as Boyd's convenient main squeeze who quickly falls onto the hands of his enemies.

Being no Boyd fan, I had a tedious time waiting for Redgrave's paltry appearances.

You expect a spy film to start with a bang,this starts with a whimper. Nothing happens for half an hour, when someone is killed. However both before and after the film concentrates interminable on the romance between Boyd and Sparv. Boyd is amiable enough but he is no Connery. This is one of the poorer attempts to ride on the coattails of the Bond films.