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Yeah, it's a terrible euro-pudding bomb, and Terence Young never was much of a director, but it's also a film I saw when I was 12, where I discovered Bronson. As bad as the film (really !) is, CB is physically at his absolute best in it : thick moustache, black T-shirt, pumped-up muscles, he walks through "Cold sweat" with an incredible presence. Of course, his couple with Liv Ullmann is laughable, James Mason looks bored to death (he should be), Jill Ireland is pathetic as a hippie drug dealer (she did it again in "Assassination" years later). But as far as Bronson's mythology is concerned (in Europe, at least), "Cold sweat" meant something at the time. The first time he was publicized as a superstar. For fans only...