Smorgasbore

The Prize is the Nobel Prize. In this picture, based on Irving Wallace's superselling novel, it is awarded to Edward G. Robinson, the well-known physicist. The minute the old dear arrives in Stockholm to get his check, he is abducted by some Russian agents who look as if they took sneering lessons from Little Caesar. Now get this. In the suite vacated by Edward G. Robinson the Russians install--Edward G. Robinson. No, not the same Edward G. Robinson. This one is a Russian ringer instructed to refuse the Nobel Prize, denounce the imperialists and defect to the East. Sneaky, no?

Paul Newman, the well-known American novelist, is also about to be laureled, but he really deserves an Ignoble Prize. For several years he has been hitting the bottle harder than the Olivetti. He is about to take a crack at Elke Sommer, a midsummer night's dream who works for the Swedish Foreign Office, when he notices that Robinson is not really Robinson. Stand back, everybody. Newman may be a lousy writer but he is a Good American. Alone he takes on several dozen mugs from Moscow. They slash at him with switchblades, they pitch him off a skyscraper, they--well, frankly, they are deplorably inefficient. Newman survives.

The customers may not; they are forced to swallow an awful lot of chokers. He: "Will you marry me?" She: "Why settle for one dish when there's smorgasbord?" But now and then there are some funny lines. There is plenty of fast action, too. And there is Elke Sommer, a blizzard blonde who is just possibly the most important German export since the frankfurter. In Hollywood they call her Elke Seltzer, and she may put a fresh fizz in the neighborhood biz.

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