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Swinging,
singing and swanky super-agents go all
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The
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One
idea that Mike Myers stole from this
film for his Austin Powers spoofs was to
repeat the same joke or gag at least
three times. That way you can hear the
same joke again, just in case you missed
it. That way you hear the same joke
again, just in case you missed it. That
way you can -- annoying after awhile
isn't it? This rinse and repeat motif
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This
is one hard film to classify. Camp or
kitsch? Yes. Well, no not really.
Over-stylized to the Nth degree
Danger: Diabolik!
could almost be considered a black
comedy, but I honestly don't know what
the heck it is except an over the top
exercise in excess: greed, sex, violence
and politics all wrapped around whacko
set-designs, cool costumes and gonzoid
props. |
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Basically,
we’ve got some intrigue in this
section which doesn’t make a lick of
sense. I don’t see any reason to waste
your time with it. What it comes down to
is that Ortega recognizes Summers and
begins steps to eliminate her and Dino.
Maderus then saves the pretend newlyweds
from a musician/assassin in the band who
holds a pair of maracas with gun barrels
that poke out the ends like nipples. |
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Let's
clear something up first: if the world
was in trouble and it were up to me to
decide who to get to save it, there's no
question who I'd call. Screw James Bond,
I'm calling Derek Flint. The jet-setting
playboy and doer of good deeds did it
his way through two films and one less
than stellar made for TV movie. He's
smart, tough, and lethally effective
with an aesthetic that's Hugh Hefner's
wet dream. |
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The
Super-Secret Final Feature |
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What
could possibly top the films we've
already looked at for mondo-bizarreness?
Sorry. If I told you what it was, I'd
have to kill you. |
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