Year:  1967
Rating: 7.0

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A good solid old-fashioned espionage film from 1967. The way they don't make them any more. Closer to John Le Carre than to Ian Fleming in style. The Russians set an intricate plan into motion by killing the son of a CIA agent named Slater (Yul Brynner) in the Alps to make it look like a skiing accident. They want to entice him into a trap and though both he and his CIA boss (Lloyd Nolan - one of my favorite actors from the 30's and 40's - especially as Michael Shayne) suspect that it is a trap Slater feels he has to go. Slater is basically a shit of a human being - as his one time partner (Clive Revill) now retired says of him - you have never loved anyone - not even your son. Credit to the screenplay for never really humanizing him - except perhaps a tiny bit at the end. But that is for Britt Ekland so who can really blame him. Though in one sense not a lot happens, it is quickly paced with an enjoyable scenario - though to some degree the film gives the "surprise" away if you are paying attention near the beginning of the film and with the title.