Doug McClure was a handsome actor who did a lot of TV and movies in the 1960s and 70s. Here, however, he's in a very unusual role--the sort you wouldn't expect for him. He's a very deeply planted Soviet spy--one of their very best and a guy who looks and acts very much like a native-born American. However, he and the KGB appear to have a bit of a falling out and they want him dead. Or, is this really just an elaborate ruse in order for the agent to pretend to defect?! What's REALLY going on here and is all of this just part of some very, very complicated ruse? Because of this, it's very important you watch the film closely so that you can figure it out yourself.This is a reasonably well made for television movie. In addition to McClure, Darren McGavin and Richard Basehart star in this one--not a bad cast at all. Worth seeing but one that seemed to me could have been just a bit better...though I gotta be honest, it's hard to put this into words.

My fave line is when the wife says to Doug McClure that Darren McGavin reminds her of a meat grinder she once caught her finger in.After that my brother and I would always yell "MEAT GRINDER" whenever Darren McGavin came on the screen.I remember the film as lots of fun and fast paced. I wish I could see it again just for how old fashioned everything would look.....If you wonder why the script on this TV movie is outstanding compared to many of the TV movies of the time, it might have something to do with being part written by Whit Masterson, who also wrote Orson Welles A Touch of Evil back in 1958.

John Llewelyn Moxey IS the quintessential movie-of-the-week director. Always economical with his dialog and camera work, he knows how to intersperse emotional impact with action and pacing as well as anyone. The Death Of Me Yet is a fascinating Cold-War-Era story.McClure plays a trained Soviet agent who is sent to the US to become a trusted citizen in a small Midwestern community in a town whose main employer is a military contractor. It is basically the "sleeper cell" concept with which we are all-too-familiar today. He plays his role to the hilt as a small town Editor and devoted husband to Rosemary Forsyth with whom he is deeply in love. The trouble, of course, is that he loves his new life. In his mind, heart, and soul, he has become an American. Enter deliciously menacing KGB agent and former mentor Richard Basehart. Then McClure's life really begins to unravel when a gritty, grizzled, and somewhat sadistic FBI agent named Chalk (think Laird Krieger in "I Wake Up Screaming") gets on his tail and begins to suspect who and what McClure really is.The biggest flaw in the movie is that McClure has so much better chemistry with vibrant and vulnerable Soviet girlfriend Meg Foster than with frigid Rosemary Forsyth and Richard Basehart is so much more willing (at least seemingly) to work out a satisfactory compromise for McClure to get on with his wife than the grimly determined Chalk that even the most patriotic American must question his choice a bit. And Forsyth is just awful as an actress. That said, it's still a great deal of clever and fast-moving fun as long as you view the shoddy production values in its context as a movie-of-the week.

This is a Cold War kind of movie. Doug McClure plays an All-American small-town Editor who really loves his wife and his town. He loves them so much he would like to forget that he came over to America as a Russian spy. But a series of events forces him to make tough decisions about where his loyalties are. It really kept me thinking and it is full of surprises. It's not shown a lot, so if you get a chance to see it, even with commercials, I think you should.