...and that's just Robert Taylor. There is a style of acting that was in vogue in the 1950's called "dead from the neck down" and that describes Taylor to a T. The film is excruciatingly plodding, and the plot is quite morally vacant. Taylor and Wynter are both cheating on their partners and it's hard to see what they see in each other: He indulges in so much Brit-bashing and bitches about the US allies throughout the movie you would think he wouldn't want to become contaminated by them, and once Richard Todd, Wynter's former love, appears on the scene, the little Englishman just acts Taylor off the screen...even when we, finally, get to the war action, it's Todd who is all testosterone and wins the battle. I actually found the film somewhat offensive and almost a complete waste of time.