In Like Flint


‘…has just enough pep to keep things watchable…’

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.


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  1. 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.

  2. 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…

      • Checked it out. CGI looks terrible. Is this Marvel’s endgame? The big franchises are starting to all feel really, really played.

            • 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.

                • 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’m all about the bins. Why not share pics on my Binstagram app?

                    • 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 that kind of workforce is forbidden by today’s restrictive laws. But anything that keeps costs down…

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