The most abused of Hitchcock’s late films. I like it overall, but the cast (John Forsythe, Frederick Stafford, Karin Dor) and the pace are problematic. Hitchcock decided to film the Leon Uris spy novel without clear-cut dramatic leads, and the various vignettes cover a lot of ground and guilt. Few directors are capable of this kind of structural experimentation so late in their careers, and Hitchcock deserves much credit for his audacity. Ultimately, the film leads to the highly expressive narrative complications of Family Plot.