Poitier and River Phoenix should be good for a masterpiece, but this film is badly directed and made into a slow and dull spy story. The boy Phoenix is certainly beautiful but is made to overact here. Poitier is held in overlong closeups and apparently told to move his eyes about. Not very exciting. One of the villains is shot in the heart and drops to the ground, but then, like most film villains, gets up and runs about and is still chippy at the end. Nothing is very realistic. For the climax, the boy and his spy parents get lovey-dovey and walk away arm in arm. Not into the sunset. A cop then says to the FBI agent 'Same old same old', and he replies 'Same old same old.' Dazzling dialogue, eh? - but not a bad description of the film.