
Alfred Hitchcock, Topaz, 1969
Hitch's cameo half an hour in shows him getting out of a wheelchair and walking away, but his tepid Cold War spy thriller remains terminally crippled by second division actors (Michel Piccoli and Philippe Noiret excluded, but they appear so late in the film they hardly make an impact), a script cobbled together at the last minute by Samuel Taylor (and you'd never guess this was the guy who penned Vertigo), and a (typically) flaccid score from Maurie Jarre, which Hitchcock apparently just grafted on to the film without listening to very much. It's amusing to see Americans and German actors trying and failing miserably to do French and Cuban accents (John Vernon's Castro-lookalike Rico Parra is hilarious) while the Frenchmen have to speak English, and Hitch trying in vain to outdo Bond by casting an ex Bond-girl and hiding microfilms in razors and cameras in sandwiches and roast chickens (!). There are a few great Hitch moments (the overhead shot of Juanita above) but the fact that he couldn't even get the ending right - he tried three of them, and none really satisfies - makes the whole thing a rather depressing experience.








