IUST when it seemed that ILP James Bond and all the types from U.N.C.L.E.'s had squeezed espionage and counter-espionage quite dry, it only takes one good, tradi. tional spy-thriller to show how wrong we were.
The Quiller Memorandum ("A", Odeon, Leicester Square) is not to be attributed to Hitchcock. But the last movie I remembered giving me the same frisson of assurance as I settled into my seat was another excursion to Berlin by Hitchcock.
Assurance of enjoyment to come, and of a movie being made by people who knew what they were doing, was Alec Guinness looking oddly reminiscent of the late Wilfred Lawson briefing top agent, George Segal, in Berlin's Olympics Stadium.
The people who knew what they were doing seem to me to be producer Ivan Foxwell, director Michael Anderson and Harold Pinter, who wrote the screenplay. Ever since "Sarajevo" (Foxwell's film as