Masters at work (Abrahams, Proft, et. al.).

Well-written, well-done.

Frustratingly stupid characters.

Exceptional. Anything described as a “psychological sci-fi action film” has the potential to be very good, so long as all those adjectives are true. For this movie, they are.

Unimaginative softcore.

Archetypal.

A bit worse than the original Indiana Jones, though many elements are still superb, like the music.

Quintessential American action movie.

Like a script written specifically for Cary Grant… which he would have turned down for not being good enough.

Couldn’t get past the smorgasbord of bad accents. Various characters sound like they are from the Iron Range in Minnesota, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, or inside-the-loop Chicago. Essentially everywhere in the Midwest except Wisconsin, where the movie is supposed to be set.