Inadequate snow outfits meets neon Tokyo gunfight craziness.
I expected something of a Cold War countdown, similar to Fail Safe, or its comic attache, Dr Strangelove. Instead I got a tensely-wound political thriller, quite simply detailed despite its tentacle-like story threads. Lancaster and March hold this up -- and I say this in spite of the presence of Martin Balsam and Edmond O'Brien in supporting roles.
What struck me most of all today (and you may be sensing a pattern today) is the cinematography. The framing in some…