Gals7 Roguery

In Like Flint is the further adventures of a far-out secret agent who makes James Bond look like the stately Holmes of England. In Our Man Flint (TIME, Feb. 4, 1966), James Coburn's screwball skills put some spin into a sluggish scenario. But even he cannot defuse this bomb of a sequel.

An accomplished ladysmith and brilliant scientific mind on the payroll of something called Z.O.W.I.E., Flint this time around reduces the number of his mistresses to three. "I'm trying to cut down," he explains, then proceeds to extricate a Government official (Lee J. Cobb) from a conspiracy of vixens who try to take over the world. The gals' roguery includes a rogues' gallery of corrupt generals. Their weaponry consists of thousands of dryers installed in beauty parlors around the world to wash women's brains along with their hair.

Coburn's real opposition is neither the underdressed Amazons who want to pursue him nor the overplayed villains who try to undo him. It is the same slipshod kind of script that nearly stoned the first cast and this time ensures a sparkless Flint.

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