This is little more than a cookie-cutter sexy spy farce that was a common genre in the 1960s. Like the Matt Helm series, In Like Flint series, and others, all trying to be less classy versions of James Bond, which, when deconstructed, weren't dramatically better.
As for Welch, sigh. She never could act adequately beyond light comedy written for her, and in this, she's almost painful to watch when she's wearing more than a bikini. She was very much a product of the 1960s hollywood sensibility of reproducing starlets; when Marilyn dropped abruptly from the scene in the early 60s, hollywood scoured the model world to try to invent the next sex kitten sensation. Hollywood never again succeeded, for times had changed. And except for Bond, the spy farce genre died a slow but decisive death too.
This is not a movie featuring Welch. Rather, this is a movie built around promoting Welch. She wasn't up to the task. And other than Franciosa, she lacked the supporting cast to highlight her talents, which didn't exceed looking good in a bikini.
As for Welch, sigh. She never could act adequately beyond light comedy written for her, and in this, she's almost painful to watch when she's wearing more than a bikini. She was very much a product of the 1960s hollywood sensibility of reproducing starlets; when Marilyn dropped abruptly from the scene in the early 60s, hollywood scoured the model world to try to invent the next sex kitten sensation. Hollywood never again succeeded, for times had changed. And except for Bond, the spy farce genre died a slow but decisive death too.
This is not a movie featuring Welch. Rather, this is a movie built around promoting Welch. She wasn't up to the task. And other than Franciosa, she lacked the supporting cast to highlight her talents, which didn't exceed looking good in a bikini.