The late Robert
Vaughn was one of a dozen major stars to headline the 1980 disaster
epic VIRUS, a Japanese-Canadian co-production shot around the world. In the film, a super-virus is accidentally released and rapidly reduces the world's population to a handful of survivors in the antarctic. Though they escape the titular virus, they soon find themselves endangered by an automatic atomic strike when a coming earthquake triggers a fail-safe device in Washington! This while the survivors of the virus are already having trouble preserving some sense of civilization in a world where man has largely been destroyed... Despite being a minor masterpiece of it's subgenre, the film
under-performed and went by with barely a notice (though it did enjoy a
long life as a video rental title). Co-star George Kennedy figured this
was because the title simply didn't impress people,
who would hear the word VIRUS and think of nothing more serious than
the common cold. (Ironically, recent years have seen the media latch onto the label, which now increases fearful reaction to illness...) Amid the star-power on display is Glenn
Ford as the US President, Chuck Connors as a submarine captain, and, oh, too many others to name! The only weak performance is from Henry Silva,
who for some reason has been directed to overact wildly and broadly.
Still, the film is a dandy forgotten gem. At least such can be said
about it's American form. Reportedly, the Japanese cut runs much longer
but deviates into some supremely goofy sub-plots. Seeing how perfectly
structured the US cut is, it's hard to believe it was whittled down from
a larger mess. The film as it exists on American video and DVD is so
tight! Worth a look.
This was supposed to be a cartoon version of Laura Petrie... I think my hand is better at true cartoon subjects, which is why the previous post has so many sketches of Daisy Duck. Even that sort of thing is hit or miss, though. I'm not my biggest fan!
There
was a spy even cooler than Bond, and his name was Flint. Ask
most movie spy fans which secret agent is our favorite, and the
majority of us will tell you, without hesitation, Derek Flint. James
Coburn scored his first major lead role as the strong-willed,
unstoppable human computer known as Flint in 20th Century Fox's OUR MAN
FLINT. In this adventure, a secret organization known as Galaxy has perfected a weather control machine and the only man who has a chance of saving the day is Flint! Coburn would return for the more elegant sequel, IN LIKE FLINT. (OUR MAN FLINT
made Coburn a star, but he didn't want to get tied down a series.) In IN LIKE FLINT, Flint swings into
action to help his former boss at Zonal Organization
World Intelligence Espionage and happens onto a plot to replace the US
President with a look-a-like, arm an experimental space platform, and
shift the balance of power in favor of the female sex. During the course
of events, Flint is assumed dead. (So, we have a thought-dead hero, an
imposter president, and an armed space platform. I must wonder if that
second G.I.JOE movie is officially a remake or not....) A little more
elegant than the first film, IN LIKE FLINT is just as delightful. Unfortunately, saturation of the genre meant there wouldn't
be a third film.* The
two pictures have a breezy quality, a comic book mentality, that often has them
written off as comedies. Unabashedly over the top, the films none the
less deliver the goods. The two Flint films remain among my favorites in
espionage entertainment. When I think of great spy music, it's Jerry
Goldsmith's Flint theme that first comes to mind. For the tops in pop
adventure, you can't go wrong with Flint!
(*Like
Matt Helm, Derek Flint was revived for a TV movie in the 70's. While
MATT HELM tried to capture the character played by Dean Martin, however,
OUR MAN FLINT: DEAD ON TARGET shows absolutely no connection to the
Coburn films. Ray Danton, who had played a Flint-like character in
SECRET AGENT SUPER DRAGON, plays this Flint as a supposedly intelligent
private detective in an adventure so bland and dull and poorly produced
that it staggers the imagination. The action highlight is an exploding
file cabinet, and the fireball might've at worst singed Flint's
eyebrows. Really, the thing was terrible. And weirdly, Danton -with his
dark greasy hair combed over his forehead- more resembles Harvey Lembeck
than he does James Coburn.)