A reader writes:

Whom else would we have turned to, for advice on ending the Cold War arms race, if not Sting? He is so pretentious as a given that it's hard to see this song as anything but a reversion to form. I like the riff on Prokofiev, though. And the visuals - vaguely Fritz Lang, vaguely Hitchcock, but with rhythmic gymnastics! And of course wind machines, for Sting's hair.

Another writes:

If you only take one submission for this contest, let it be "Russians", for its preening over an attempt to make moral equivalence look like a brave stand.

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