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When
you think of the borsht-belt duo of
Allen & Rossi, the subtle, suave
and debonair skills of a super-spy
really don't spring to mind.
Splutter, maybe. But not spring.
Basically, picture Joe Besser, with
Larry Fine's wild hairdo, and Marty
Feldman's googley eyes, and then
team him up with carbon-copy of Dean
Martin from a vintage copier that's
low on toner and you'll have a
pretty good mental picture of our
dynamic duo...
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Admittedly,
this film barely qualifies
for Operation: 00-OddBalls as our hero
is the villain. So why is
it here? Well, I could go on about how
it sorta qualifies, about how this
anti-hero sticks it to other
criminal organizations, or point out
your perspective bias, saying how
perfect a Bond villain Diabolik
would be, and what's so wrong about
looking at these things from Dr.
Evil or Blowfeld's angle...
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The
third of four Matt Helm spy films
starring the preternaturally-loose,
turtle-neck-clad Dean Martin, this
movie is best seen while in a state
of relaxation just short of coma.
Don’t expect its 101 minutes to
make much sense, for the location
footage to match the sound stage
shots or for anyone involved to try
particularly hard. For not trying
hard was Dean Martin’s prime
charm, after all. If it bothers you,
have another drink fer Christ’s
sake. It’s what Dino would do...
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Let's
clear something up first. If the world's in trouble, and it were up
to me to decide who gets to save it? There's no question, in my
mind, who we needed to save us all. Forget
007, I'm calling Derek Flint. This jet-setting playboy and doer of
good deeds was a true Renaissance
man. He's
smart, tough, lethally effective -- and Hugh
Hefner's wet dream...
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And
our super-secret final feature is
... Casino Royale -- vintage
1954, which was the very first 007
feature ever put to film, starring
Barry Nelson and his Marine buzzcut
as the very American card-shark cum
super-spy, Jimmy Bond. Honest. And
we'll be getting to the how and the
why in a bit, but, for now, Live!
From Television City, in Hollywood,
it's time for Climax! Mystery
Theater!...
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