O come all ye faithful: that jolly old fat man with the Fiberglas whiskers is here again. This year his bag is fairly bulging with forged passports, coshed corpses, ballistic cigarettes, transistorized brooches, nitroglycerin earrings, infra-red herringsĀall the preposterous technology of terror developed by a movie industry that seems to have eyes only for spies. Three new epics of espionage deck the halls with buckets of blood and hang enough promiscuous mistletoe to give the customers a blue Christmas.
Funeral in Berlin is the sequel though not the equal of The Ipcress File....
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