The Derek Flint franchise didn’t last long; the success of 1966’s Our Man Flint led to a very quick turnaround for this sequel, which doesn’t offer the same large-scale climax and feels more like a prequel with reduced stakes and smaller set-pieces. In Like Flint brings back most of the same elements, from Lee J Cobb as boss Lloyd C Cramden to Jerry Goldmith’s soaring score, but the effect, while diminished, still has just enough pep to keep things watchable.
If the first film saw Flint as a women’s liberator, In Like Flint sees him caught up in a war between men and women, specifically the Fabulous Face organisation created by women to attack the patriarchy. Based on the evidence of this film, that kind of overthrowing of male oppression might well be a good thing; men seem stuffy and complacent, while the feminist rebels are well attired, forward thinking and have considerable agency. They kidnap the US president mid-golf swing and plan to use him to commandeer nuclear missiles to achieve their goals; there’s only one man for the job, and Derek Flint (James Coburn) is pressed into service.
Fabulous Face might have their hearts in the right place by 2022 standards, but their methods are clearly oppressive; brainwashing women with subliminal messages transmitted through hair-dryers in salons. Such ingenuity comes in flashes in Gordon Douglas’s film, which otherwise gets bogged down in such resistable trivia as Lee J Cobb in drag. Crucially, Flint himself spends a lot of time off-screen, leaving a number of scenes high and dry and without purpose. Excursions to Moscow to see Flint perform at the ballet are unconvincingly rendered, and despite the Cinemascope vistas, there’s usually not much to see other than half-dressed women sidling up to Flint with seduction or deception on their minds.
In Like Flint wasn’t as bad as I remembered; the glossy look, daft ideas and Coburn’s super-cool performance keep things on track. But it’s a shame that Flint will always be remembered as an ersatz Bond; the character had mileage, but In Like Flint lacks the budget to deliver on our hero’s debonair promise.
Women were pretty tough in the war on misogyny in those days. Senta Berger stitches Napoleon solo up neatly in The Spy with My Face and don’t forget the gun-toting damsels of Deadlier than the Male.
I won’t forget them. Or the exploding cigar.
Can’t prick the male mystique more than exploding their cigars.
I’m just here to read the comments about She Hulk…
I thought you might want to give me a hand in mining bincoin. Making gold out of coffee grounds, ear wax, and yard waste.
I don’t believe in that digital currency. Now if we got commemorative coins with she-hulk on them representing bincoins then I’d consider it.
Bincoin isn’t digital! It’s totally organic and recyclable. I don’t use networked servers to mine them, I use my hands. In fact, having She-Hulk on bincoins is a good idea because it will show just how green they are.
Count me in then!
As crypto market tanks and all the boosters are stuck taking a bath, crapto is blasting off as the next big thing. Getting in now is a great idea.
Well, if I’m going to spend all my hard earned money, I expect She Hulk to personally deliver my $10 worth of bincoin! Big spenders like me know we deserve the perks.
It even gets dropped off in a bin, which you can then use to generate more bincoin. It’s bintastic.
We should probably start the BineCinematicUniverse too. Keep peoples’ interest after all.
The BCU has a ring to it, doesn’t it.
Marvel has just been recycling plots for years now. We can just take things to the next level with an entire recycled universe.
If there was gold in earwax I’d be a gazillionairesse. I assure you, there is not.
I did like these movies when I was about 10 years old, I had the hits for James Coburn. The trailer is a hoot.
He’s a hit man alright. Saw him speak in LA, coolness personified.
He was speaking in In Like Flint too. You didn’t have to go to L.A. for that. rolls eyes
Did you get to sleep in his bed?
I turn my back for a couple of hours: what fresh madness is all this?
Glad he lived up to his movie persona, think I saw him first in the Magnificent Seven, fell in love then.
Not trying to dig up any dirt, but did you get to sleep in his bed? I think in the movie he had one of those swinging circular ones that spun around.
The only beds I’ve slept in have been my own, or non~celebrity peoples. Also I was 10!!!!
I generally try to find my back to my own bed.
I think there may be an omission in that sentence, but am not quite sure.
My way back, good spot.
Happy to help.
James Coburn and Lynn Redgrave were guests on the Rosanne Barr talk show and I was agog in the audience. FAct!
There must be video of that. I am aghast.
You may be aghast, but I was agog.
Don’t know who Roseanne Barr is so can’t find it in me to be impressed. If they’d been on Graham Norton that would have done the trick.
It would be a fool’s errand to try to impress anyone with being in the audience for the Rosanne Barr show.
If the cap fits……
Two reviews today. When do you have time to milk the goats?
This holds up as one of the better Bond parodies, which were thick on the ground at the time. But that’s about it. A rush job after the success of the first movie.
Haha, that’s a bit of a sore point, I’ll explain why some other time. Farming doesn’t wait!
I remembered this as being awful, and it’s poor compared to the first one. But as a camp romp, it’ll just about do. Shame they didn’t correct the direction with a third film…
Aren’t your hands full with the She-Hulk trailer out today?
Checked it out. CGI looks terrible. Is this Marvel’s endgame? The big franchises are starting to all feel really, really played.
Only reason I knew about it was because of your enthusiasm.
No idea what that means.
You were the one who mentioned She Hulk in a previous comment. At that point, I didn’t know what you meant. But now I do.
You’d never heard of She-Hulk before this movie??? I still have She-Hulk 1 and 2 from 1980 in my comic collection.
Is it his wife? Sister? Or a female version of Hulk? And was it you, Alex, who mocked me for still having my childhood toys when I photographed them for the Xmas quiz? WAS IT?
Comics are not toys. They are investments. And I’d have to go back to that Xmas quiz to see if I was mocking you. I don’t recall any mockery. But it’s such a default mode I may not have been aware of it.
In the comic book she’s Bruce Banner’s cousin and she gets a blood transfusion from him. And you know how that works out.
The word ‘aghast’ wasn’t exactly complimentary in terms of your reaction.
Surely Bruce Banner shouldn’t be giving anyone a blood transfusion, state he’s usually in?
They needed a match and he was available.
Well, I’m nearly always aghast at the things I discover here. Like your bed-hopping adventures. That’s not mockery.
Wouldn’t the human torch be a better bet? See I do know summat about comics!
I think I initially wrote about bedhopping on another blog, but if I can thrill you second-hand with such anecdotes, my time is not wasted.
I help neighbours with their bins. Do you ever do any bin-hopping?
I’m all about the bins. Why not share pics on my Binstagram app?
Is that like Bintarest?
It’s for Binternational Men of Mystery.
They’re not so mysterious. At least since Bincoin crashed.
If you have any bincoin left, I might make you an offer you can’t refuse…
I exchanged all my bincoin for other crapto currency. I’m going to use it to buy a farm in Scotland and raise little ponies as a retirement project.
Been there, done that. Like flushing money down the pan. Wheely, wheely expensive…
I think of the children. I was going to have the ponies pull little wagons through abandoned mines.
I think that kind of workforce is forbidden by today’s restrictive laws. But anything that keeps costs down…