I saw it in the theater. I walked out maybe halfway through. I don't know if it was terrible, but it was all wrong. There was no sense of what was interesting about Moe Berg. Paul Rudd wasn't like him at all, physically—Berg was a big, jowly, five o'clock shadow sort of man, a cultured sophisticate in a bruiser's body—and he played him as a naif, an ordinary guy in over his head. Berg's whole whole thing was convincing people he knew more than he did, that he was the only person in the room who knew what was really going on. He was a bluffer, and a bit of a fraud—genuinely brilliant, but maybe not as intellectually accomplished as he let people think. And probably not that much of a spy. So there's a really good idea for a story there—a man who liked being unknowable, saw himself as born to be an international, finding himself in real trouble, with real spies. Is his bluff going to be called? And so on. They also managed to make a movie with Babe Ruth in it no fun at all. How is that even possible?