From the blood soaked ashes that is Berlin 1945, rises a mighty plan hatched by the doomed Übermensch, involving some $4bn and a vault in Geneva. Caine, as the unwitting son of the ringleader, is elected to administer the fund; a job which entails spending most of the movie jetting to international tourist locations so that he can be filled in on the next plot twist by an obliging minor character. From the blood soaked ashes of a dog's dinner like this it is yet possible to glean moments of derisive pleasure. And Caine, once again, strides through the rubble with the air of a man who has read the script but is still hoping for a miracle. CPea.