Wow, does this film ever put you through the ringer before it finally gets to the point. Here we’ve got a fairly simple plot about an American scheme to steal a super jet from the Soviets using a PTS case (played by Clint Eastwood) who gets picked for the job because he’s a best-of-the-best pilot and can think in Russian (a prerequisite for flying a plane whose guns are controlled by telepathy). Toward the end you get a whole mess of stolen jet action sequences that are kinda cool in a guys-love-fast-planes sort of way. But preceding that you have to wade through what feels like hours of Eastwood wearing disguises and otherwise evading the KGB, suspense that’s nowhere near as suspenseful as it must have been intended to be. If you want to get the most out of this film in the smallest amount of time, fast-forward through all the cold war crap and start watching right after Eastwood finally gets around to climbing into the plane and taking off. See if desperate
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