In Like Flint (Gordon Douglas, 1967) [RePoPo]

******************************************************************************* In Like Flint (Gordon Douglas, 1967) ******************************************************************************* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Technical Information ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Type..................: Movie Container file........: AVI Video Format..........: H.264 Total Bitrate.........: 1704Kb/s Audio format..........: AC3 192Kbps (Untouched) Audio Languages.......: English Mono (2.0) Subtitles Ripped......: English, Spanish Resolution............: 720x304 Aspect Ratio..........: 2.35:1 Original Aspect Ratio.: 2.35:1 Color.................: Color FPS...................: 23.976 Source................: NTSC DVD Duration..............: 01:54:41 Genre.................: Action, Spy IMDb Rating...........: 5.9 Movie Information.....: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061810/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Release Notes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Plot Synopsis by Dan Pavlides Derek Flint (James Coburn) is back in this James Bond-styled spy spoof sequel to Our Man Flint. Flint's boss Cramden (Lee J. Cobb) assigns him to stop a group of felonious females on the Virgin Islands who hope to take over the world; the bad femmes are kidnapping astronauts and replacing them with doubles to gain access to the world's missile sites. Andrew Duggan plays the U.S. President and his nefarious double. The feature was typical of the spoofs that followed in the wake of the successful James Bond spy films of the 1960s. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CAST James Coburn - Derek Flint Lee J. Cobb - Cramden Jean Hale - Lisa Andrew Duggan - President Trent Anna Lee - Elisabeth Yvonne Craig - Natasha the ballerina Hanna Landy - Helena Totty Ames - Claire Steve Ihnat - Carter Thomas Hasson - Avery Mary Michael - Terry Diane Bond - Jan Herb Edelman - Russian Premier Buzz Henry - Austin Henry Wills - Cooper John Lodge - Russian Agent Eve Bruce - Amazon Thordis Brandt - Amazon Inga Neilsen - Amazon Marilyn Hanold - Amazon Pat Becker - Salon Clients Nancy Stone - Lady Client at Fabulous Face Erin O'Brien Jacki Ray - Denise ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CREW Gordon M. Douglas - Director Saul David - Producer Hal Fimberg - Screenwriter William H. Daniels - Cinematographer Vincent Saizis - Cinematographer Leslie Bricusse - Songwriter Jerry Goldsmith - Composer (Music Score) Hugh S. Fowler - Editor Dale Hennesy - Art Director Jack Martin Smith - Art Director Martin Fink - Associate Producer James W. Payne - Set Designer Walter Scott - Set Designer Ray Aghayan - Costume Designer David Dockendorf - Sound/Sound Designer Ben Nye, Sr. - Makeup L.B. Abbott - Special Effects Art Cruickshank - Special Effects Emil Kosa, Jr. - Special Effects David Hall - First Assistant Director Stefan Wenta - Choreography ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SOME REVIEWS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Variety (1967, Extract) Girls, gimmicks, girls, gags, and more girls are the essential parameters of In Like Flint. With James Coburn encoring as the urbane master sleuth, also harried boss Lee J. Cobb, this pic turns on a femme plot to take over the world. As for the story, the tongue is best put way out in the cheek. Anne Lee, ever a charming and gracious screen personality, is part of a triumvirate bent on seizing world power. Lee's plot in this film comes a cropper when her male allies - corrupt General Steve Ihnat and cohorts, who have substituted an actor, Andrew Duggan, for the real US President, also played by Duggan - move in to snatch the ultimate prize. While the dialog scenes tend to be a mite sluggish, pace picks up regularly with slam-bang action sequences. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roger Ebert / April 10, 1967 Nobody goes to a spy movie expecting Paul Scofield with a skull in his hand, but in these enlightened days since James Bond first hit the terrycloth is it too much to expect adventure? Suspense? Boffo special effects? Sexy girls? The sexiest thing in the new Derek Flint misadventure, "In Like Flint," is Flint's cigaret lighter, which is supposed to know 82 tricks but actually delivers only five, of which one is the not extraordinary ability to clip Lee J. Cobb's moustache. Second place goes to a preposterous scene in which 51 Amazons run through the surf in their Catalina swimsuits, looking like the opening scene of "Hawaii" re-shot as a missionary training film. The Amazons, it appears, have conceived a plot to gain control of the world and run it entirely by women. The girls establish their headquarters in the Virgin Islands and brainwash their male-oriented sisters by planting tape recorders in their hair dryers. But Flint (James Coburn) converts their leader with a kiss and a lot of arch dialog. "What does a man like him have to make that other kind of woman go for him?" asks one husky feminist of another. "Just watch yourself," her friend replies. Honest. The plot drags to a close, but not before Cobb is dressed up as Margaret Rutherford in a scene undoubtedly more excruciating for him than anything in the whole length of "Death of a Salesmam" One wonders, indeed, how Cobb got himself into this film. He and Coburn struggle manfully but are unable to surmount Gordon Douglas' lead-footed direction. The beauty of the James Bond films has always been their quick pace, the sense of breathless events taking place. But "In Like Flint," alas, lingers over every tired joke and every special effect as if they were the last of their kind in the world. One wishes it were so. If you must see this film, look sharp or those slow-motion scenes will whiz right past you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ryan Cracknell (Apolloguide.com) Austin Powers and its sequels weren’t the first to spoof James Bond, nor will they likely be the last, if the ridiculous nature of XXX is any indication – even if the spoofing is unintentional. Sean Connery was still sipping martinis onscreen when a secret agent named Flint (James Coburn) came along to yuck things up in Our Man Flint. Yuck is an appropriate reaction for its sequel, In Like Flint, a clumsy, bland and far too subtle satire of the spy genre. With the U.S. President kidnapped and a group of female beauty salon owners vying to take over the world, the suave Flint is sent in to save the day. Going undercover like only a Hollywood super spy can, Flint hides himself under such guises as a ballet dancer and a Cuban militant to unravel the mystery. Okay, watching Coburn prance about doing ballet is funny. I’ll give director Gordon Douglas that much, but little else. Maybe it’s the fact that In Like Flint was made way back in the 1960s, but the jokes – if there are any – didn’t have me laughing. Perhaps they’re dated or they just flew right over me, but then the whole argument of subtlety would come into play. What’s a joke if nobody gets it? Besides being a bad joke, the answer is much like the saying about trees falling in an empty forest and what sound it makes. Both insinuate a lack of reaction, and that’s no fun. Watching Coburn makes me wish he’d opted instead for a monster role in a B-horror flick. He’d make a great Frankenstein, not only because of his chiselled smirk and strong face, but also by the way he stumbles through as Flint. There’s little playfulness in his shtick and he’s too smart to play the ignorant nincompoop. Stuck in a nightmarish in-between, he works as neither a suave lady’s man, nor a bumbling spy, the two ends required to make a spoof such as this work. There are points during this movie where I want to laugh, but I’m not at all sure I was supposed to do so. Most of this unintentional hilarity comes from the twisted 1960s ideology behind women trying to take over the world. Some of the men’s speeches are rather scary if taken in the context of decades later. It’s overtly male chauvinist to the degree that I was laughing at their stupidity. It is so stupid, in fact, that I was hoping that it was all part of the satire, and to a degree I think it is. But the actions that back up the words also support the notion that the filmmakers might have been moderately serious. I can’t say what I might have thought about In Like Flint if I’d been around to see it upon its original release, but today it’s plain old out of whack. The jokes don’t work anymore, except for those that are timeless – such as a Frankenstein-like man trying to get information on a case while pirouetting and prancing about before an audience. That’s the sort of cheap and pointless laughs I was hoping for with In Like Flint, but alas there are far too few to matter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PLEASE NOTICE ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Check you have installed the right codecs, as listed in this .nfo file, before trying to play it. VLC will play this file without having to install any codec. If you don't like the codec(s), container, resolution, file size, languages or any technical aspect on this rip, keep it to yourself and go and do your own. Serious feedback on quality will always be welcome -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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