This was the most un-Hitchcock-like Hitchcock in a decade. Despite a nail-bitingly grisly murder scene, in which Hitch demonstrates how difficult it really is to kill someone, there are no twists, shocks or surprises to speak of in this conventional spy thriller with some arch dialogue. 'We're sending you out,' whispers an underground worker, 'in the costume bags of a Czech ballet company.' A subdued Paul Newman is the scientist who, apparently defecting to East Berlin, couldn't act more suspiciously if he tried. Small wonder the secret police are soon on his trail, or that fiancée/secretary Julie Andrews treats him like Jane and Michael Banks rolled into one. The film picks up once the couple go on the run from Iron Curtain police and encounter Lila Kedrova as a refugee Polish countess. Her extravagant portrayal is in a completely different world - a Hitchcock world in fact - from the rest of the film.