Daniel Mann directs James Coburn, Lee J. Cobb and Gina Golan in this Bond parody that has dated terminally.

Derek Flint is a smug, detestable hero. He glides through the diluted plot never really putting any effort in. The overriding values are callously sexist and imperialistic – there may have been satirical intent but the cake was definitely being had and eaten. Women are sexless doll slaves to be rescued – lacking none of the agency nor resistance of Fleming’s lustier, vivacious counterparts. This is now a laughless, thrill-free, pop art wannabe. Why bother with it when Austin Powers does such a better job with the same intent?

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