One interesting element here is that while initially intended as an over-the-top sendup of the ever popular Bond films of the time, that the Bond films themselves became so much like the spoofs that in retrospect both seem indistinguishable anymore. James Coburn obviously loved the chance at playing the cooler-than-cool (ice cold) uberman, Derek Flint, and its in his relishing the part that the most fun is had here. Lotsa hot babes (mainly as background eye candy) and imaginary gadgets (that still haven't been invented) abound. Its so good ... that it could count as a Bond film (sorry Cubby).

A classic of the spy-genre, in its all-out parody glory. Age has only added a new sheen of humor, as we guffaw at the retro aura (the kung-fu grips, the 1960's womanizing, go-go dancing, and ridiculous faux-buddhist upper-class chicness. Our Man Flint is an essential entry in the genre of parody, and actually manages to stand on its own without knowledge of what it is trying to parody in a way that the more recent (and less sophisticated) Austin Powers has managed to do. Yet where Austin Powers is slapstick hilarity, Our Man Flint is buffoonishly mock-serious.... a parody style that fits the spy-film genre far more comfortably and more satisfyingly... and has aged remarkably well for a highly topical parody.