The Fourth Protocol (1987) … sort of

This was going to be a film review.  And it is.  Kind of.

Actually, it’s probably got more in common with a potty old geezer messing around in an overgrown backyard, pretending he’s gardening, muttering to himself, and occasionally actually pulling a weed or two.

And so … I came across a preposterous ranking of Michael Caine’s films in the Guardian this weekend.  Some plonker with the title of film editor at the UK branch demonstrated a serious lack of taste and insight into Caine’s films by putting Harry Palmer in the middle, Alfie at the front, and giving the number one slot to The Man Who Would Be King.  Utter tosh.

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