"In Like Flint", the second and last Derek Flint movie, is arguably a bit better than its predecessor, but not better enough to compete with the Bond films of the same era (or with "Deadlier Than The Male", for that matter). The production is once again colorful, with some truly beautiful shots and some neat gadgets (like a time-freezing device!); the plot is more elaborate and not fully revealed until the second half of the movie; and the sexism of "Our Man Flint" has been considerably toned down (Flint is "trying to cut down" his harem habit - he has 3 instead of 4 girls in it now! - and despite his mocking the idea that women could rule the world, he acknowledges their value and even counts on their athleticism to assist him on his mission). James Coburn is once again very good in his fight scenes; the problem is that, just like in "Our Man Flint", those fight scenes make up about 90% of the total action. Gordon Douglas' direction lacks pace, and there are certain scenes that just play on too long. The result is a movie that looks good, as do many of the women in it, but feels overlong and drawn-out. (**)
Review of In Like Flint
