Alfred Hitchcock directed this boring as a dog’s ass spy flick about an American agent (John Forsythe) trying to bring down a global spy ring known only as “Topaz”. The French also send an agent of their own (Frederick Stafford) to investigate and together with Forsythe; they get embroiled in some international intrigue with not only
You’ll wish he said it about an hour earlier.
I got pretty fed up with Topaz fairly quickly. The opening scenes didn’t really draw me in to the movie and the comatose pacing sunk whatever chance the flick had to keep me engrossed in the story. The plot is deliberately vague, which doesn’t help matters, and the international globe-hopping wasn’t nearly as interesting as it should’ve been. By the time the movie was over, I just couldn’t find it in myself to give a shit about what the fuck was going on.
Usually Hitchcock films his movies with panache, but Topaz is flat and unremarkable. The action doesn’t pop like it should and the flick on the whole just isn’t very suspenseful. There are no memorable set pieces and none of The Master’s trademark touches are present. (Save for his cameo at an airport.) Of all of Hitchcock’s films I’ve seen, this one has to be the worst.
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