I don't remember how the hell this movie fell on my hands. What I DO remember though is that I didn't know anything about it so I wasn't sure what to expect, although the cover made it quite clear that this would be a 007-like film set in the 60's. So I start watching it and see a LOT of girls doing various stuff, in what seems to be a beauty parlor. But is it? Some older women that look like the head-honcho-err- ets, are observing a missile launch and talking about how things are going according to plan… although nothing has been actually said that could give you even a hint about the plot and that is something that I hate in movies, because there is a big difference between throwing in a couple of stuff to make people interested and anxious to understand what's going on and simply not giving anything at all! But, OK, not all movies have Hitchcock-like intro's… so I forget this "little" mistake and carry on with watching the film since I am sure that things will start becoming better as we move on… right?After a couple of scenes, we get to meet our protagonist, the spy-man himself, Flint. And THAT'S when I started thinking that this movie was actually a parody of the genre. The reason was the existence of some scenes that weren't exactly funny... but silly. Was the silliness intentional or accidental? Was it a more lighthearted Bond-clone or a satire\parody of Bond films? I honestly couldn't tell! I'm not being ironic or anything… I'm dead serious… I just couldn't tell! Also, as the movie progressed my initial complain about it would become my main one. The movie simply has no plot. It's scene after scene of stuff that don't create any interest to the viewer. It's only in the very end that EVERYTHING concerning the plot will be hand-fed to you in such a way that it will instantly make the rest of if the film nothing more than an exceedingly long intro. Due to this, my belief that this was actually a comedy became even stronger and my curiosity won, since I did a small search on the Net to find out that indeed it was!But that is actually the second problem of the movie, something that also serves as its tombstone. Most parts of the movie were so unbelievably "dry" that I couldn't even realize that they were SUPPOSED to be funny. With what should I laugh here? With the lamest action scenes in the world? With Flint's hypnotizing effect on women? With the downright stupid "rule the world" plan of the women in the intro? Honestly, I don't know!!! I know that humor has to do with personal tastes and all, but if you can't even tell that a movie is a comedy then this movie has a serious problem... Not everyone likes the smart British humor of the Monty Pythons, or the slapstick humor of the Three Stooges, but it's not hard to realize that both of these are actual comedies! In Like Flint is a boring and plot-less spy film and a worthless attempt at a funny movie. I wonder why Austin Powers likes it so much…FINAL VERDICT: Can't even tell if this was supposed to be funny (3/10)Also Check: Austin Powers (1997) – Our Man Flint (1966) – Top Secret (1984)

The producers of this movie did a credible job with this sequel. This is exactly what you'd expect Flint to do in another adventure to save the world. His side as a scientist is better highlighted in this sequel as he is studies dolphins, and also shows his aptitude for plants and chemistry as he analyzes the drug that was used on Cramden. The colors are bit more wild, and true to this series, there're lots of nice looking women.The movie shows the belief that the western world had on science to better our world. But looking at this movie, it seems that people of this period had better life than we have now. If you look at the millionaire lifestyle of Derek Flint, and compare it to the millionaire lifestyles of today, it seems Flint had more lavish homes, and lifestyle. Which begs the question, did science really improve the quality of life we live now.One thing I can tell from this movie is there were less people back then, and things weren't as cramped or as hectic. Take for instance Louigi's restaurant Cramden has his dinner in. There's room to spare everywhere. You won't see that in restaurants these days. World population was less than half of what it is now, and it shows.Getting back to the action of Derek Flint, he doesn't disappoint. James Coburn was perfect fit as super agent Derek Flint. His adventure to save the world is just as exciting as the original. Good sequel to the original.

You have to keep in mind that this movie is a sequel and made in the mid sixties. If you're not sure why the latter is important, then you obviously aren't familiar with that decade, and it's influence on pop culture, music, dress...well, basically everything was different after the 1960's.Thank God political correctness hadn't been created then, or otherwise we wouldn't have most of the scenes of this movie, i.e., the Cuban passenger plane...I'm reasonably sure that recreational drugs were quite prevalent throughout the writing and filming stages of this movie (plus post-production, too?). Otherwise, why would the filmmakers think it necessary for the main character to be able to speak "dolphin"? If you've never seen the scenes where Colburn speaks dolphin, they alone are worth the time lost while watching this film. Ultimately, this film suffers from sequel-itis, in that it looks hastily written, and lacks most of the uniqueness of the original. Except, of course, for the dolphin speak. "Load the bong man, I got another scene to write!!"

"In Like Flint" (1967): So… Hollywood money moguls are sitting around trying to come up with another idea to compete with the VERY successful James Bond/007 fliks. Out of desperation, this was their return salvo. Ker plunk, in the drink. Coburn claimed that Fox wanted to get 'In Like Flint' into cinemas so badly, the script was of little concern. And, James Coburn is no Sean Connery. Still, you HAVE to luv the awful fashions, bad snappy lines, faux-classy decors, lousy special effects, swingin' Mod score, a lame-ass version of Cold War with the Commies, TONS and TONS of bikini chix, and a story line that will send you into fits of … uh … fits of … anti-nostalgia. The moguls must've thought THIS Joanie-come-lately, anti-equality, anti-feminist, keep 'em bare foot and bikinied theme would really sell… to… uh… someone. It's a funny film, but only because of all the rampant stupidity. A history lesson – a guilty pleasure – nothing more.