We didn’t know it in 1981, but they didn’t make ’em like that anymore. This is an irony-free WWII spy soap opera with great scenes that open with the name of the city spelled out in plain white font as we meet all the major players. Basic premise is good: what if a German spy had the dope on the Normandy Invasion but couldn’t get to a telephone? Donald Sutherland is both creepy, menacing and charming as the Nazi running around the cliffs of Scotland with his switchblade and British mannerisms. I recommend this well-made, predictable film.
