I love spy movies, honestly. Too bad then that Fritz Lang's Cloak and Dagger has all the thrills of a merry-go-round. Gary Cooper is woefully miscast as an American superspy -- considering Cooper doesn't even have the emotional presence to be able to raise his eyebrows, it's hard to feel for either his mission (investigating German A-bomb capabilities during WWII) or his romantic dalliance (with a mysterious yet ultimately pedestrian Lilli Palmer). Sure enough, we're stabbed in the back.
A fun curiosity of a movie, from the end of the career of both Peck and Olivier (and Mason, for that matter... okay, and Steve Guttenberg, too). Telling the mysterious tale of Josef Mengele (Peck), who is living in Paraguay in the late 1970s, trying to rebuild the Third Reich, The Boys from Brazil takes a long time to get to its big secret. When you do finally get there, it's a mixture of ahhhhh and huh? that makes the film mostly worthwhile. Have a bit of a laugh at the scientific silliness that the movie revolves around, too.
There's only a twitch of irony in seeing 2001's ultimate good guy, Keir Dullea, star as one of the biggest sons of bitches in all history, the Marquis de Sade, in his biography. In a bizarre film that alternates orgies and madness with dream sequences and narrative about the Frenchman's life in the 1700s (most of it spent in prison). Essentially the film is Caligula set 1700 years later, complete with washed-out photography and no-name actresses willing to show off their, ahem, talents.