Our Man Flint (1966), Directed by Daniel Mann
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Just as Much Spy as Spoof Our Man Flint (1966), Directed by Daniel Mann By Fearless Young Orphan Released in 1966 on the heels of the first four Bond films (all good-to-great films, excluding the ponderous Thunderball, with all four starring Connery as Bond), Our Man Flint doubtless arrived just in the nick of time to get in some good jabs and poke good-natured fun at the series. Think Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery if it had been done thirty years earlier. What surprised me about Our Man Flint was not only the amount of humor involved, as I had several laugh-out- loud moments, but what a perfectly acceptable action-adventure movie it was, as well. Yes, it’s utterly insane – it’s Moonraker crazy, but it’s a better film and quite skillfully made, so it actually resembles more of Goldfinger in essence. If you haven’t had the pleasure, and don’t mind having your eyes blasted by the avocado greens and sunflower yellows of the mid-sixties, and finally, if you enjoy the kitsch of the older Bond films in particular, then have a gander at Our Man Flint. In what was his first film role, James Coburn stars with a great deadpan touch as superspy Derek Flint, who is called upon by the entire world to save us from the evil organization of GALAXY and their infernal weather machine. GALAXY is tearing Earth apart with typhoons, hurricanes, volcanoes (which This is how Flint clocks in for work. are not weather systems, but never mind) and demanding that the world surrender to them. All the best secret agents have already been sent to stop GALAXY and failed; now the punch-card operated “computer” spits out Derek Flint’s name as the go-to guy. We don’t have to mess with silly details like where Flint comes from, how he got to be so great, why everyone in the world knows him (isn’t spying supposed to be secret?), what has actually happened to all those other agents, or what it is that Derek Flint can do that others cannot seem to accomplish. And who the hell cares? This is the kind of movie in which we are told a single important fact and therefore simply must accept it as such: he’s the greatest spy in the world. We catch up with Flint at his pad, a ritzy penthouse love nest that he keeps stocked with four beautiful women (Leslie, Anna, Gina and Sakito) all of whom are much better at sharing than most of the women I know. Here we learn of some of Flint’s many talents, such as his expertise at judo and fencing. His straight man and ex-boss Cramden (think “M”, only the organization is ZOWIE, not MI:6) asks where Flint has been lately. “With the Russian ballet,” says Flint. “Studying?” asks Cramden. “No, teaching,” replies Flint, as if this is obvious. It’s the first of many laughs. Flint at first will not agree to go on the mission, as he is retired, but is convinced when Cramden is nearly killed by an assassination attempt meant for Flint himself. What kind of assassination attempt? If you suppose that it was a high powered rifle from a rooftop, you’re thinking in the wrong genre. This was a poisoned dart, shot by using a harp as a bow. Yes, a real, stand- Did they become known as “Flint girls?” up harp. And they’re surprised that it missed the target? By the way, Cramden is rescued from certain deadly poisoning by Flint, who also appears to have a medical degree or at least paramedic training. Then with deductive powers worthy of Sherlock Holmes, Flint traces a tiny clue from the poison dart to a restaurant in Marseilles, setting off the adventure. The parameters of the adventure are very Bondian, meaning that the plot is not looking for sense but for “whatever looks cool for Flint to do,” with “whatever unexpected gadgetry might be at hand,” as GALAXY, like SPECTRE, has infinite resources and the ability to place booby traps worldwide with knowledge of Flint’s movements that is only explainable as precognition. It doesn’t matter; it’s jolly fun to watch. From Marseilles Flint follows leads to Rome, where he meets up with exactly the same people who were in Marseilles and, in fact, were in New York with him the week before . so possibly we’re just globe-trotting for the sake of adding some beautiful locales to our film. I know, you’re shocked. Our Man Flint has exactly the right tone for this sexy-swinging-world-tour spy adventure; it makes us want to join in the fun. Of course GALAXY’s leading villain is a beauty named Gila who first tries to kill Flint, then decides she might have better uses for him. And once she’s had a little of that Flint treatment, well, she starts to feel a bit guilty. Our Man Flint actually had a somewhat hotter love scene than we usually got from Bond films – it’s still strictly PG rated but the sparks between Flint and Gila really are there. Oh, what else happens? Let’s see, Flint is able to sneak into GALAXY’s main base of operations by faking his own death. How does he do that? He can stop his heartbeat. Ahem, I said, “He can stop his heartbeat.” Are you listening to me, Die Another Day? Flint is able to lower his metabolic rate to the point where his captors believe, “whoops, we killed him,” and send him off to disposal, and here Flint revives himself and infiltrates the base. GALAXY is a very interesting villainous organization in that, well heck, I think they have the right idea. It turns out that GALAXY is headed by three scientific geniuses who want the world to disarm – indeed, their goal seems to be world peace. They think that politicians and armies will never solve the problems of the globe, so they are going to force the issue. Play Facing off against a trio of dastardly nerds. nice or else! The scene in which Flint discovers their “dastardly” plan and then declares his own intentions is either delightfully satirical or amazingly short-sighted. Pick one. Anyway I won’t give away the many twists and turns of this labyrinthine plot. Just enjoy the view. There’s nothing serious I can say when Flint has to spend much of his climactic scenes searching for his abducted playmates in a series of rooms filled with “Pleasure Units” (brainwashed females). Who are they there to pleasure? What are they doing that is pleasurable? It looks like a scene from Laugh-In. Bond fans who have a sense of humor about the matter will enjoy finding all the in-jokes, some subtle, some quite obvious. For example, in his investigation Flint asks another agent, Agent 0008 in fact, if SPECTRE is involved. 0008 says dismissively, that this matter is “bigger than SPECTRE.” Cramden offers Flint a Walther PPK (a weapon used by Bond) and Flint refuses it, along with the fully- loaded briefcase. Gila is seen reading a 0008 novelization and making fun of it. Those are the obvious ones. Less obvious is the overall playful copycatting, particularly when Flint is able to extricate himself from any situation and seems to know everything, every detail and every move, that will provide exactly the correct result. He is fearless and faultless, but the way Coburn plays him, as a capable gentleman with a wry sense of humor and open affection for the ladies, he’s a rather likable hero. If we had to compare him to any one Bond, I’d most likely lump him in with Roger Moore’s version, but at the time, only Connery’s version was there to spoof. Maybe one thing led to another? Now I’m looking forward to the sequel, In Like Flint, curious as to whether this terrific tone will carry on. In the meantime, find yourself a copy of Our Man Flint and relax – there is nothing here that isn’t a ton of fun. .