I mean, 'In Like Flint (1967)' is basically the same thing as its predecessor, putting its impeccable agent in the unenviable position of once again saving the free world. This time, he's going up against a group of women who use mind-manipulating beauty treatments to ensure all womankind is on board with their plan to arm a space satellite and force the patriarchy into submission. This plot is presented as being as outlandish as it is ominous, with Flint simply laughing off the prospect that a group of women could competently run a man's world. It's safe to say that this aspect of the piece hasn't aged all that well. Though there is a late-game twist that sort of redeems it to an extent, the thing seems far more backwards than the first flick and it often leaves a bit of a sour taste in your mouth. It isn't as good as the first flick, either. Its plot is incredibly messy and takes far too long to get going. Its character motivations are vague, too, and the sinew between scenes is loose, to say the least. Frankly, it's a bit boring in places. Still, it has a few stand-out sequences, including several inventive action scenes that strike a strong balance between humour and excitement. Typically, the picture is far more silly than 'Our Man Flint (1966)'. Its comedy is more absurd, which makes it easier to identify but does make Coburn's character (ostensibly the 'straight man') a bit more of a joke than he ought to be. However, this daft humour does lead to a handful of chuckles. The movie's highlight is easily Lee J. Cobb, whose loud mouth and solid timing make for plenty of smile-worthy moments. Overall, though, the thing is just a bit bland. It isn't exactly compelling, despite being fairly enjoyable at times, and some of it just falls flat on its face. It's not bad, but it's not particularly good, either. 5/10.
Review of In Like Flint
