In Like Flint (1967)

February 20th, 2003  |  Published in Uncategorized

James Coburn is a genius in this movie, a parody of Bond flicks that features a plot by feminist beauty salon owners to take over the world. Highlights include Flint talking to porpoises, and several fight sequences involving James Coburn showing off martial arts moves that look like a ritalin-deprived six-year-old boy reenacting a Batman episode.

Much camp gets boring pretty quickly, if only because the highlights don’t come fast enough to get us through the parts that are simply bad. But between Coburn’s monkey-like capering and reasonably hilarious scenes of women being brainwashed into feminism by special hair driers (“The wet hair is conductive and allows the programming to reach the brain,” muses Flint), it’s one to at least keep an eye cocked on as it progresses.

Flint’s three live-in girlies are, of course, immune to the programming because his lovin’s that good.

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