I always followed – or at least, I claimed to have followed – the strict rules of reviewing films: keep an open mind, put mobile in flight mode, don’t eat popcorn. It’s funny when someone looks his or her own prejudices and vices in the eye. The Dear Reader might rightfully ask what the heck do I want to say about this film, which is obviously not an obscure Poliziesco or a forgotten horror gem and it wasn’t put together by a then-bright, bushy-tailed film-maker under the wings of legendary producer Roger Corman in a shed somewhere in the Sonora desert, but Ronald Neame (better known for The Odessa File, the The Poseidon Adventure and the hilariously funny Meteor.
And it’s most intense scene is taking place between two men, who sit in front of each other at a table. All right then, what about a car chase? Maybe one an a half, and it features a stolen Rover SD1 police car for a few minutes. So does it at least have a lousy explosion of some kind? Yes, but only at the end, and it’s so tiny, Michael Bay wouldn’t even consider it to be reused in subsequent films. Does it feature a pair of juicy breasts then? Probably, but we don’t get to see them anyway. The most violent piece of action in the film is when Walter Matthau gags Sam Waterstone with a sponge and his tie. Now I know what you’re thinking, and you are right: who cares about a spy comedy from 1980 that nobody watched then or since? Does it feature a nasty torture scene? No.
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