Emilio Miraglia’s elliptical spy thriller is a strange, minor-key affair. It has more in common with Len Deighton’s anti-Bond Harry Palmer than it does the kitschy Bond spoof-offs that were in vogue in Italy for a brief period during the mid-sixties. It is also a world away from Miraglia’s fun and frothy pair of gialli. A wrongfully convicted Henry Silva, is saved from the electric chair by government agents who want him to masquerade as his own brother and prevent the assassination of a US politician. Silva is also intent on finding out who set him up, soon finding out both missions are inextricably interlinked. Or at least that’s a possibility, so convoluted and filled with cross and double cross, it becomes increasingly hard to keep up with what is happening. What the film lacks in clarity it makes up for in its stylish execution. The film is beautifully shot, the score is eclectic and Henry Silva is his usual stiff, smirking, taciturn self.