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.
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.