I can’t decide which part of Torn Curtain is the most exciting: watching Paul Newman and an old man write obscure math squiggles on a chalk board; his and Julie Andrews’ casual bicycle escape through East Berlin (pedal slower! Slower, I say!); or maybe — maybe! — it’s when they go to the ballet an-zzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz.