Sinatra paints an attractively washed-out portrait of a U.S. intelligence officer (a.k.a. "stupidity officer," in a line that tickled Dwight Macdonald). His fatigue and jitters seem an appropriate reaction to, and comment on, the task of propping up a delirious political thriller composed of tight-skinned, glassy-eyed zombies (Laurence Harvey, Henry Silva, Janet Leigh), of John Frankenheimer's fancy, humorless, imitation-Orson-Welles camera tilts, and of a mush-brained, wish-fulfillment plotline that posits a Right Wing political movement as a cover for Communist subversion. Kinkier, brasher, much more obnoxious than Frankenheimer's following political piece, Seven Days in May. (1962) — Duncan Shepherd
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