In this perfunctory sequel to the classic Village of the Damned, more alienish/supergenius/telepathic kids are unearthed, only this time the sextet can be found flung around the world. In addition to the British brat, there's an Indian boy, a Chinese girl, and so on. They are all brilliant and can read each other's minds -- so naturally it's a great idea with scientists bring them together for an impromptu summit. Unfortunately, the politically correct multi-ethnic group destroys the only truly scary part of the original: The creepy, identical blondness of the children. The plot is also a total retread; adults try to destroy the kids when they realize what they are, and the kids do whatever they can to stop it. Not badly made, at least.
It's awfully long, but The Day of the Jackal (which inspired a remake almost 25 years later) is a terribly compelling look at the machinations of an assassin and the military/police machinations that must occur in order to apprehend him. Or, more to the point, the machinations of 1973, before the dawn of the electronic age, when hotel registration cards had to be collected by a local policeman, deposited at the station, messengered by motorbike to a city, and phoned in to HQ if a match was made. It's inefficiency that lets our British Jackal (Edward Fox) get within spitting distance of his target, Charles de Gaulle, after nearly a week of travelling across Europe with the French cops (led by Michael Lonsdale) on his tail. Delightfully intelligent and often irreverant, it's a good yarn and a good thriller to boot.