This is a good cold war spy thriller that had all the elements to make it a great one, but it fell short. The culprit was the screen play's habit of inserting "magical" moments when characters emerge suddenly to change the scene without explanation. Because it's a spy film we are supposed to accept and believe that these moments occur because the forces at work are brilliant and well prepared etc., but it happened too often. Otherwise the film is very good indeed, with great on-location shots, excellent cinematography, a fine score, and a uniformly excellent, believable cast. Senta Berger lights up the screen in her US film debut, but her character's arrival, disappearance, then arrival and disappearance again are examples of those magical moments. Kudos to @krocheav who wrote a great review and brought out many of the strong and interesting points of the production, especially the "firsts" for John Williams, Richard Widmark, Jean Hazlewood, Senta Berger, Sonja Zieman and Alistair Maclean. [NB, I saw the film before I read that review.]

This typical Cold War spy thriller, full of impossible to understand plot turns, bad guys and bad girls who turn to be good, maybe, doesn't have much going for it except Max Greene's (Mutzy Greenbaum) dazzling B&W deep focus photography and one of John Williams' first atmospheric scores. Phil Karlson, the director, who occasionally made a decent film, was hired and then fired by star/producer Richard Widmark who mostly snarls. Karlson does an OK job with the confusing script, but this is no THIRD MAN. If you stop trying to figure out what the hell is going on, and just watch the imagery, worth your while. Added bonus: Lots of excellent European character actors looking sinister and the luscious Senta Berger looking delicious in one of her first English language roles.

The problem here is the script which isn't quite coherent, committing the deadly sin of keeping the audience out of touch with what is really going on - a lot of incidents and parts of the intrigue raises question marks that never are answered. This is not a Graham Greene story but an Alistair MacLean story, which concentrates more on suspense and effects than on any psychology that makes sense. Perhaps the book is better than the film, it usually is, and in that case the film suffers from severe logic gaps. Richard Widmark is always good and reliable, he never lets his audiences down, and the cinematography is the great advantage of the film, which needs something to counterpoise its over-meticulous slow action and rather dreary character - Alistair MacLean always made the villains and the enemy (in this case those behind the iron curtain) appear worse scoundrels than they were, exaggerating the justification for paranoia. The music is good, and it is actually one of John Wlliams' first scores, and he seldom made a better one. It's not on par with Anton Karas' unsurpassed suggestive cither music of "The Third Man", like the entire film falls into its shadow, but it is good and suggestive enough. It is neither one of Alistair MacLean's nor Richard Widmark's best shows, but it is interesting, and the Hungarians actually speak Hungarian - the realism is convincing enough.