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From the novel of the same name by Alistair
MacLean. A bunch of British
(and American) agents are sent behind Nazi
lines to rescue the
President's double.
OK, it's a hokey old movie, but it was one of my favs as a kid, hadn't seen it in twenty years. Incredible yawn factor at the beginning, I was seriously wondering (not remembering anything about it) why I liked it so much...Clint Eastwood is his usual ("Try to spot the difference between me and a stick that mumbles!") self, and Richard Burton was just mugging along and kissing anything in skirts... But then, halfway through, was the dinner scene...and I remembered what I liked about it. And of course, everything after that is explodo city, high body count, many bad guys bite the big one, very satisfying. Not a great movie, but that one scene is a real brain-twister, worth sitting through an hour of slow and excruciating buildup if you have nothing better to do. |
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