Our Man Flint Reviews
What combats the datedness? The great James Coburn of course! Coburn is a man that defies generations, as he's as charismatic, masculine, and smooth whether he's saving the world from super-villains or hunting down Kris Kristofferson (as Billy the Kid) for Sam Peckinpah. As Flint, his smug arrogance and never-wrong attitude make Coburn an excellent choice for the super spy, super sly Derek Flint. There is, on the other hand, his kung-fu skills. Oh my lord! It's no secret that Coburn took lessons from Bruce Lee, but he sure didn't take choreography lessons.
On a side note, that I'm not going to get into, Lee J Cobb looks like a younger William Holden. Take that for what it's worth...
The indoor sets are immaculately constructed, loking as if a kylidoscope exploded onto the walls, floors, and ceilings. It's prime-time 60s psychodelic fun! In fact, the "pleasure unit" training centre inside the evil headquarters may cause blindness due to spinning neons and florescent brights (beware). The model work is impressive for the time as well. Volcanos explode, damns collapse, glaciers shatter, and it all looks and feels genuine. In fact, besides the super trippy psychodelic interiors, I was amazed at how detailed and elaborate the set design was, thinking that the producers put a boatload of cash into the film.
And now ladies and gentlemen, on to the... ladies. That Coburn is one lucky dude. When it comes to Derek Flint, poligomy is the key! 4+1=5, no? Plus, they wait on him hand-and-foot! The man has a personal shaver and woredrobe lady; I'd love to know what the other three do (and it would probably make me seriously jealous). In some 60s flicks, the ladies clothing is not that riske, but that's not good enough for our man Flint. There's not much clothing on these beauties at times and, combined with the settings, visual overload is inevitable and satisfying at the same time.
Although the film is over the top in everything it does, however, that applies to its lulls too. There is quite a large amount of "build up" exposition and details between the grande settings, beautiful women, and Coburnian charm. Sadly, it's just not entertaining enough to maintain one's attention (mine specifically) as the plot drags and the gags lag, showing their datedness as, thus, we've seen it all before.
Where it really misses the mark is found in the absence of anything resembling compelling and over the top villainy. One would think in a parody that there would be highly exaggerated characters seeking to control the world with their weather machine. Instead we get a few limp scientists in lab coats and an enforcer type that would better suit serving dainties at a garden party.
The staged fight between Flint and .0008 is the high point, and it last for a couple minutes. There are some happening babes in go go fashion around to look at, which saves it from being an utter bore.
A terrorist organization has developed a machine that controls the weather. The government is forced to call on the notorious Derek Flint. Flint is an eccentric man who is brilliant. Can Flint track down the terrorists, discover their motive, and bring their operations to a halt?
"They are controlling the weather from inside a volcano."
Daniel Mann, director of The Mann who Broke 1,000 Chains, Matilda, The Revengers, Willard (1971), The Mountain Road, and The Last Angry Man, delivers Our Man Flint. The storyline for this picture is interesting and well presented. The settings are well selected and the acting is marvelous. The cast includes James Coburn, Lee Cobb, and Sigrid Valdis.
"My sole purpose in life is to bring happiness to my companions."
Our Man Flint is a series that has interested my wife. We are both fans of James Coburn and enjoyed both films in this series. While the stories are entertaining, the film truly focuses on the main character, Flint. The Flint series reminds me of a 70s version of Austin Powers. While this film is a Bond parody, it does deliver content and characters that are better than your average comedic parody.
"You are obviously an extraordinary man."
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.
I would have given Our Man Flint a 60 in the sixties, if Rotten Tomatoes had been around. Of course, I would have had to submit my rating on a post card. Today, I would have to give it an 80 but just because of the nostalgia factor. I'm splitting the difference and giving it a 70.
Pappy Bob's pedestrian opinion: Colorful, attractive film representation of a super sleuth of the sixties, with plenty of Pleasure Units to please the teenage boy in all of us.