I love spy movies, honestly. Too bad then that Fritz Lang's Cloak and Dagger has all the thrills of a merry-go-round. Gary Cooper is woefully miscast as an American superspy -- considering Cooper doesn't even have the emotional presence to be able to raise his eyebrows, it's hard to feel for either his mission (investigating German A-bomb capabilities during WWII) or his romantic dalliance (with a mysterious yet ultimately pedestrian Lilli Palmer). Sure enough, we're stabbed in the back.