With the agents of the world's secret intelligence agencies being killed at an alarming rate, the heads get together to find the ultimate secret agent. They find their man in Derek Flint (James Coburn) - lover, ballet dancer, electrician and dolphin translator.
One of a seemingly endless stream of Bond spoofs that came out in the mid-1960s, but one that stands up better than most. The direction from Daniel Mann is stylish, the pace is swift and, while it inevitably runs out of steam riffing on overfamiliar themes, Coburn carries the film with some panache.
Coburn's knowing, cool and detached performance almost puts him on a par with Sean Connery. If he was just a little prettier and, er, British, he might have made a good 007. As it is, he has to make do with being an inspired parody, and he does a decent job of that.
Although a sequel, In Like Flint, followed in 1967 the franchise hardly matched that of Bond. Spy spoofery wouldn't be as successful again until the 1990s, when Mike Myers unleashed Austin Powers.