A great story and sumptuous photography are squandered on this preposterous adaptation of Peter Viertel's novel. Horribly auto-miscast as an overbearing alternate John Huston, Eastwood overacts embarrassingly as he never has before or since. Playing against type, perennial ham Jeff Fahey is comparatively dignified betwixt Eastwood and a Sam Spiegel equivalent played by George Dzunda, the latter belching the worst German accent in recent memory. Eastwood directed more than a few stinkers fore and aft this (see him raped opposite Charlie Sheen in his The Rookie of the same year), but that this mess was released merely twenty-odd months of his masterful Unforgiven is astonishing.