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Wild Wild Planet

December 10, 2007
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Wild Wild Planet
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Wild Wild Planet (1965)
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best line: “Watch out for those gadgets on their chests!” – Commander Halstead while wrestling with an alien woman

It’s go go action, when aliens disguised as fashion models start kidnapping people for a mad mad scientist, so he can conduct inhumane experiments and merge himself with the perfect woman! Augh! Yes, it’s so bad it’s great. Spacemen fight with karate-chopping vixens, rockets spew fireworks, and aircars dangle on strings. The budget is so low the miniature buildings are re-used in the next scene as furniture and mod set decor.

The plot? Italians don’t need a stinkin’ plot — just a couple of futuristic cars and a lot of hair pieces! The “perfect” woman gets drunk and spews anti-feminist venom. Then after being spurned by every officer in the room, she runs headlong into a trap. Between the sexist banter men are manly: fighting and rescuing, meanwhile beautiful women pick clothes off the floor and stuff them into designer handbags.

While wrestling with an alien woman Commander Halstead shouts out, “Watch out for those gadgets on their chests!” I’m sure it’s all a metaphore for something.
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Glass Bottom Boat

February 20, 2007
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Glass Bottom Boat
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Glass Bottom Boat (1966)

Doris Day is warm and sunny. She bakes pies. Her home is painted in bright colors accented with early-American crafts and artifacts. Rod Taylor is a ladies’ man astronaut/inventor with a gadgety space age swingers pad. He keeps the secret plans for GIZMO locked in his voice-activated safe under the Buddha. If ever characters could be summed up by their decorator homes, this is it!

After starring with Rock Hudson in Pillow Talk, Doris Day rode the wave of a comeback career, spoofing the wholesome image she’d created in earlier roles by becoming the “world’s oldest virgin” in stylish yet breazy comedies of the sexes. Men chase the women to wear down their resistance, and they just might have got away if it weren’t for these darn high heels…!

In Glass Bottom Boat Doris Day is 42 and older than her hunky co-star Rod Taylor, yet somehow this only adds to her naive appeal. Too often director Frank Tashlin wants to go for slapstick physicality, but the film is brightest when playing off Day’s domestic sensibilities, like when she cremates a cake in Taylor’s futuristic radiation oven, or casually eats a peanut off the carpet while cleaning it.

The film strings together a dozen or more kooky set-ups, starting with Day in a mermaid costume snagged on Taylor’s fishing line, to him pretending to need a biographer and hiring her as his secretary. It’s only a matter of time before she is mistaken for a Russian spy, GIZMO is stolen, Paul Lynn (as an overzealous security officer) dresses in drag to follow her into the ladies’ room, and Dom DeLuise swallows a transistor microphone disguised as an hors-d’oeuvres.



Vertigo

October 9, 2006
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Vertigo



Our Man Flint

July 10, 2006
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Our Man Flint
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Our Man Flint (1966)

director Daniel Mann
music Jerry Goldsmith
costume Ray Aghayan
set decoration Raphael Bretton, Walter M. Scott
starring James Coburn, Lee J. Cobb, Gila Golan

By 1966 James Bond was finished, Sean Connery had quit, and England was out of secret agents. Enter all-American Derek Flint breaking the rules and driving his boss crazy in the first of the two Flint capers. Our Man Flint spoofs every spy clich�’ — there’s even an enemy base inside a volcano! But Cobern’s Derick is charmingly tongue-in-cheek. He isn’t macho or muscular, but his toothy grin and wierd behavior will win you over, not to mention unending respect for the ladies (he lives faithfully with four) in this pre-feminist, swinging, go-go funfest.
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In Like Flint

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In Like Flint (1967)

director Gordon Douglas
music Jerry Goldsmith
costume Moss Mabry, Sy Devore
set decoration James W. Payne, Walter M. Scott
opening montage Richard Kuhn
starring James Coburn, Lee J. Cobb, Jean Hale, Yvonne Craig

Ladies’ man and occaisional goofball James Coburn returns as Derek Flint to foil an international plot involving missing cosmonauts, a trigger-happy President, and brainwashing hairdryers! World War III just might turn out to be the battle of the sexes when Derek has to face four liberated female industrialists who’ve banded together to manipulate world events. Macho Derek doesn’t seem to believe the women are much of a threat (at least he doesn’t blow up their base), and when the plan goes awry it’s Derek to the rescue!
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