Exikled director Orson Welles travels to Italy and is drawn into a dangerous web of intrigue, murder and politics when an actor is murdered on his set.
Well… the script languishes in a Miss Marple netherworld of characters continually explaining why they’re doing what they’re doing. Meanwhile, Huston merely seems lost, frozen somewhere between hammy impersonation and afternoon snooze. It’s like it was assembled by the guy behind the latest St. Trinian’s film. Oh, it was.
A terrific idea is unfortunately wasted. The great cast is wasted too.
Reviewed by Anna Hart