Thursday, June 25, 2026

Playing to Martin’s strengths of urbane charm and effortless style, as well as his reputation as a lothario.....

Hey pallies, like we are likes totally, totally thrilled to return with a swingin' second helpin' of our newest Dino-pallie, Brian Hannan's incredible insights into Helmer numero uno, "The Silencers" at his brilliant blog tagged, "The Magnificant '60s." Likes this time 'round supreme scriber Bri has done likes the hugest of  huge homework on all the delightful details of the makin' of our Dino's spyster epic taggin' his remarkable research, "Behind The Scenes: 'The Silencers' (1966)."  


Likes we're guessin' that likes we, all youse Dino-philes can never ever gets likes enough of our main man and likes we, youse greatly groove on studyin' ever awesome aspect of the life, times, and the teachin's of our one, our only Dino.  So, likes hold on to your hats for this deepest of deep Dino-dive and professional writer Bri shares ab-so-lute-ly a terrific ton of Dino-details connected with the makin' of "The Silencers." 

 

We gotta likes 'fess up that we likes absolutely, absolutely stand in awe of the extraordinary efforts that Hannan has gone to to create this powerfully potent post...likes checks out the awesome assortment of resources, listed at the end of Bri's swank scribin's that he dug deeply into to opulently offer us and these fantastic facts and figures into the creatively cool creatin' of Helmer uno.

So, likes without further ado,  likes enjoy this amazin' article a la "The Silencers" and greatly grow deeper and deeper in your keen knowledge of our mighty magnificant Dino as the swingin'est spyster of all time!  To checks this out in it's original source at Brian Hannan's personal pad, "The Magnificant 60's," simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.

We remain,

Your in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters



Brian Hannan

Posted onFebruary 25, 2025

CategoriesBehind the Scenes
Tags1960s film, adaptation of bestseller, Arthur O'Connell, Cubby Broccoli, Daliah Lavi, Dean Martin, Irving Allen, James Gregory, location, marketing, Paul Newman, Stella Stevens, Vitctor Buono

Behind the Scenes: “The Silencers” (1966)




Producer Irving Allen remains best known as the fella who turned down James Bond. While partnered with Cubby Broccoli in Warwick Films, he decided the Ian Fleming books were not big screen material. Their production shingle, based in Britain, had turned out movies like The Red Beret (1953) with Alan Ladd and Fire Down Below (1957) pairing Robert Mitchum and Rita Hayworth. Divorced from Broccoli, Allen headed down the big-budget historical adventure route but neither The Long Ships (1964) spearheaded by Richard Widmark and Sidney Poitier nor Omar Sharif as Genghis Khan (1965) hit the box office target.


Luckily, Allen had already made an investment in espionage, owning the rights to the hard-edged Matt Helm novels, knocked out at the rate of one or two a year since 1960 by Donald Hamilton whose most notable brush with Hollywood was selling the rights to his novel The Big Country (1958) filmed by William Wyler with a top-class cast.  The Matt Helm series was praised by the top thriller critic of the era, Anthony Boucher, who noted that Hamilton brought “sordid truth” to the espionage genre and “the authentic hard realism of Dashiell Hammett.”




Having optioned the books, Allen persuaded Columbia to buy the rights to eight, with the notion of setting up a direct rival to James Bond, that idea given an extra fillip when the Sean Connery series which had appeared on an annual basis skipped 1966. Initially, Allen planned to make films that followed the novel’s serious approach to espionage, intending to cast a  marquee name like Paul Newman (The Prize, 1963) – who ironically proved major competition for the first offering through Hitchcock’s Torn Curtain (1966) – or conversely a relative unknown such as Mike Connors (Harlow, 1965).


To hook Dean Martin, Allen had to make him a partner, resulting in the actor making more dough out of a spy film than Sean Connery did from Bond. Martin was something of a Hollywood enigma. Audiences who flocked to the Rat Pack outings tended to disdain his stand-alone efforts such as Toys in the Attic (1963) and Kiss Me, Stupid (1964) and if he was a current household name that owed much more to his recording and television career.

But Allen shifted the emphasis away from straight adaptation to tongue-in-cheek, setting up the series initially as gentle parody rather than out-and-out spoof though as the movies progressed they fell more into the latter category.


Playing to Martin’s strengths of urbane charm and effortless style, as well as his reputation as a lothario, and accommodating his age (he was 48) by ensuring his character was brought out of retirement, and with comedy writer Herbert Baker brought in at Dean Martin’s behest to beef up Oscar Saul’s script, and by surrounding him with more heavyweight damsels than the Bonds, the series was good to go. Baker had written early Dean Martin-Jerry Lewis vehicles like Jumping Jacks (1952) and Scared Stiff (1953). The script drew upon two Hamilton novels, Death of a Citizen (the first in the series) and The Silencers (the fourth). The idea of Helm being married was dropped to allow him the same sexual license as James Bond.




Stella Stevens and Daliah Lavi were unusual choices for the leading ladies of a spy picture, their proven marquee appeal considerably in excess of that of  Ursula Andress (Dr No, 1962), Honor Blackman (Goldfinger, 1964) and Claudine Auger (Thunderball, 1965), that trio of movies opening Hollywood doors for the actresses rather than as with Stevens and Lavi already being welcome attractions. Lavi had starred in The Demon (1963) and Lord Jim (1965) while Stella Stevens had been female lead in The Nutty Professor (1963) and Advance to the Rear (1964). The Slaygirls, however, a direct imitation of the Bond Girls, also owed something to Playboy’s Playmates.


Other cast members had some distinction, Victor Buono Oscar-nominated for Whatever Happened to Baby Jane (1962) and James Gregory acclaimed for his role in The Manchurian Candidate (1962). Both had worked previously with Martin, Gregory on The Sons of Katie Elder (1965) and Buono on 4 for Texas (1963) and Robin and the 7 Hoods (1964).


Martin also called upon President Lyndon B. Johnson’s personal shirtmaker Sy Devore, previously personal clothier to Martin and Lewis, to come up with his stylish attire.


Budgeted at just under $4 million, The Silencers began shooting on 12 July 1965, the 12-week schedule (ending 16 September) taking in locations like Carsbad Caverns, White Sands, El Paso and Juarez with the car chases filmed in Santa Fe and Phoenix, Arizona. Columbia’s backlot was deemed too small for interiors, and two of Desilu’s largest soundstages were joined together to make Big O’s underground HQ.


Director Phil Karlson (The Secret Ways, 1961) and the producer didn’t see eye-to-eye. Despite ostensibly aiming for a comedy, Allen wanted Karlson to adopt the style of the more serious The Ipcress File (1965) and shoot “through chandeliers, under tables.” It turned out that movie’s director Sidney J. Furie had relied on Karlson for most of his cinematic flourishes.


Like Sinatra, Martin preferred one take. “Dean was always great to work with,” recalled James Gregory, “because he never took himself seriously…Dean was always relaxed – if it doesn’t work do it over, but for heaven’s sake you oughta not need more than that one or two times to get it right.”


Despite the easy-going atmosphere, there were casualties. Buono was out of action for four days after slipping while climbing a wall, foot in an unseen cast for the rest of his time on the picture. Supporting actor Arthur O’Connell’s face was sliced open during an explosion. He completed the scene with the bandage covering the wound hidden under a turtleneck sweater. Stunt man Tom Hennessey lost three front teeth. There was a bill of several thousand dollars to cover an unexpected explosion on set, combustible dust igniting after one of the grenades went off on the Big O set.


Astonishingly the movie came in $500,000 under budget and $1 million was recouped from television sales. Columbia was so taken with the end result that prior to its release two sequels were announced.


The Slaygirls featured prominently in promotional activities in the U.S. with six sent overseas to hustle up interest. As well as a movie tie-in paperback and album, merchandising included toy guns from Crescent Toys and Louis Marx. Martin wasn’t available for the Chicago world premiere (he was shooting Texas Across the River, 1966) on 16 February 1966. The movie was gangbusters from the start, clocking up $7.35 million in U.S. rentals (the studio’s cut of the box office), enough for 85th spot (by my exclusive count) on the list of the top earning films of the decade.


SOURCES: Brian Hannan, The Magnificent ‘60s, The 100 Most Popular Films of a Revolutionary Decade (McFarland, 2022); Bruce Scivally, Booze, Bullets and Broads, Behind the Scenes with Dean Martin’s Matt Helm Films of the 1960s (Henry Gray, 2013); William Schoell, Martini Man: The Life of Dean Martin (Cooper Square Press, 2003); Cinema Retro Movie Classics Issue No 9: Matt Helm’s Back in Town.   




 


 

 

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Dean Martin....struck a solid seam with his interpretation of Helm, slick enough to get away with Bond-style lothario, laid-back enough for no one to take it seriously.


 
Hey pallies, likes long time no Dino-searchin' for reviews of our most most beloved Dino as swingin' super spyster Matt Helm.
We are deeply delighted to report that with likes little energy or effort (likes wouldn't our Dino applaud that pallies!) we lovin'ly landed at the beau-ti-fully bodacious blog tagged "The "Magnificant 60's" where swank scriber Mr. Brian Hannan hangs his hat.  We are totally totally thrilled to report that Bri was ab-so-lute-ly awed by our Dino playin' Matt Helm in Helmer numero uno, "The Silencers."  And, likes dudes Hannan has bou-tiful bonafides to proclaim his powerful praise of our one and only Dino!  Per his bio, Bri is "published author of books about film - over a dozen to my name."   So pallies, likes this authentic author is in the know 'bout all thin's flicks-ville!

Likes permit us to briefly share a wee bit of his Dino-as-Helm praise:  

"An absolute delight."    

".....and the whole enterprise not only works but damn near sizzles. No wonder it led to another three."   

"Helm can automate his circular bed so he doesn’t have to get out of it to answer the phone and to save him walking a few steps into the bath the bed is programmed to jerk upwards and tip him in."   

"Dean Martin.....struck a solid seam with his interpretation of Helm, slick enough to get away with Bond-style lothario, laid-back enough for no one to take it seriously."

Likes, it is so so ab-so-lute-ly awesome to find 'nother pallie who grooves on our Dino as Matt Helm and ain't ashamed to proclaim it to the Dino-universe.  We are so so greatly grateful to have stumbled on this ravin' review of our most most beloved Dino-as-Helm in numero uno of the quintessential quartet of our swingin' Dino as super swingin's spyster Matt Helm.  And, great
news pallies, there'll be more remarkable reviews from Mr. Brian  Hannan as his bount-ti-ful blog has put the accent on our great great man many many more Dino-delightful times!  Likes to checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters




Brian Hannan
Posted onFebruary 24, 2025
Categories  Comedy, Spy
Tags1960s film, adaptation of bestseller, Beverley Adams, Cyd Charisse, Daliah Lavi, Dean Martin, Donald Hamilton, movie review, Nancy Kovack, Phil Karlson, Stella Stevens, Victor Buono


 The Magnificent 60s  by Brian Hannan

The Silencers (1966) ****



An absolute delight. Have to confess though I had been pretty sniffy about even deigning to watch what I always had been led to believe was an ill-judged spoof of the Bond phenomenon especially with a middle-aged Dean Martin with scarcely a muscle to crease his stylish attire.

Full of witty repartee, and even a whole jukebox of snippets from the Dean Martin repertoire (plus an aural joke at the expense of Frank Sinatra) and a daft take on the Bond gadget paraphernalia. The spoofometer doesn’t go anywhere near 10 and the whole enterprise not only works but damn near sizzles. No wonder it led to another three.


 Called out of retirement – hence cleverly swatting away any jibes about his age – Matt Helm (Dean Martin) resists becoming re-involved in the espionage malarkey until his life is saved by former colleague Tina (Daliah Lavi) as he falls for the seductive technique of an enemy agent. Back in harness with ICE (Intelligence and Counter Espionage), Helm is called upon a thwart a dastardly scheme by the Big O organization headed by Tung-Tze (Victor Buono) to stage a nuclear explosion.

Some malarkey about a secret computer brings into Helm’s sphere the klutzy Gail (Stella Stevens) whom he initially treats with suspicion. Gail and Tina end up as rivals for Helm’s affections.

But you could have invented any number of stories and they would still have worked because it’s the rest of narrative that makes the whole thing zing. We could start with the massive effort that goes into ensuring that the private parts of naked men (and women) are concealed by a wide variety of objects, a kind of bait-and-switch that paid homage to the James Bond legend while casually taking it apart. Since Helm now operates legitimately as a fashion photographer it makes sense that his most deadly gadget is a camera that fires miniature knives.


 And knowing how much delight villains take in despatching secret service agents in the most gleeful fashion, wouldn’t it make sense to kill said agent with his own gun? Who could resist such a notion? Until it, literally, backfires and the bad guy is shot by a gun that shoots a reversible bullet – two bullets if you’re so dumb you can’t believe that’s what’s happening and you shoot yourself twice.

And what about the laser? Another famed Bond device. Why not have that go haywire?

But there’s also a playful Heath Robinson aspect to those gadgets whose purpose is pure labor-saving. Helm can automate his circular bed so he doesn’t have to get out of it to answer the phone and to save him walking a few steps into the bath the bed is programmed to jerk upwards and tip him in.

“Treasure hunt,” remarks Helm, slyly, as he spies a string of discarded female clothing. But making love to a strange woman feels rude so Helm is impelled to complain they haven’t been introduced. “You’re Matt Helm,” says the stranger. “Good enough,” replies Helm.

And that’s before we come to the joy of Gail, who has been taking lessons from Mrs Malaprop, and, despite lurching into Helm at every opportunity, giving him the mistaken impression that she’s keen to get to know him better, Gail actually is wary. So wary that in a thunderstorm she tries to escape their cosy nest of a car (equipped with separate sleeping arrangements, don’t you know) only to end up slipping and sliding through the mud.

While Daliah Lavi (The Demon, 1963) isn’t exactly called upon to act her socks off, she at least is afforded a believable character, but she can’t hold candle to Stella Stevens (Rage, 1966) when the blonde one decides to go full-tilt boogie into comedy slapstick. Sure, Stevens relies overly on other occasions on a pop-eyed look, but the thunderstorm sequence reveals a deft, and willing, knack for physical comedy.

Dean Martin (Rough Night in Jericho, 1967) struck a solid seam with his interpretation of Helm, slick enough to get away with Bond-style lothario, laid-back enough for no one to take it seriously.

Nancy Kovack (Tarzan and the Valley of Gold, 1967), Cyd Charisse (Maroc 7, 1967) and Beverley Adams (Hammerhead, 1968) up the glamor quotient.

Director Phil Karlson (The Secret Ways, 1961) and screenwriter Oscar Saul (Major Dundee, 1965), adapting the Donald Hamilton bestseller, provide the basic template but Dean Martin makes it work.

Great fun.






 

Sunday, June 21, 2026

Danny G's SPECIAL Daddy-O Day Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Gentle On My Mind"

 Ahhhhhhhh...what a day, pallies. So So peaceful. 

Let's kick off the numero uno day of Summer 2026...with a GIANT Happy Daddy-O Day, to ALL the Dino-diggin' Dads out there! 

A title not to be taken lightly, mi amici! 

Can be hard work at times! Haha!! 

Hey, pals...it's a big responsibility for sure, but...one that I truly cherish & consider my biggest blessin' from above. 


Man...I simply LOVES the fact that Fathers Day falls right smack in the middle of these few swingin' weeks, which we have come to know as "The Month Coolness Came to Earth". How TOTALLY cool & appropriate is that, pals?! 

Dino is like a "Father" figure to us all, in a way, my friends. 

Someone to help guide us through this CRAZY life of ours! 

Someone we can always turn to when we need a little "pick-me-up". 

Our rock that is ALWAYS there...through the good times...& the not so great ones, too. Now THAT sounds like a "Dad" to me, pallies! 


So, ol' friends o' mine...as I does every year...on this special day...I'm gonna play a Dino-tune that reminds me of my pop! The man who was ALWAYS there for me & NEVER faulted me for my many foolish mistakes. And there were plenty, Haha!! A guy who always...ALWAYS had a smile...no matter what troubles he may of had. Just a Cool Cool fella who made me feel at ease all throughout my life. Nothin' could trouble me when Dad was 'round! They were the BEST of times, pallies. 

Funny how someone can give you that TOTAL comfort, huh pals? Yup...that was Dad. My first introducer of Dino! 

Showed me what magic this fella, Dean Martin, possessed! 

Dino, like my father, gives that TOTAL comfort to us now. A feelin' that nothin' is that bad. No problem is too big that a drink & a song can't help. That's the kinda vibe we can get from him! 


So, mi amici...Happy Daddy-O Day! 

Enjoy the Serenade..."Gentle On My Mind" And 'member those special guys today. 

They did/do a lot! 

This one's for you, Pop!  



Saturday, June 20, 2026

In Huge Homage Of Dino-daddy-o Day: Our Dino has his blood brood.

 


Hey pallies, likes Dino-daddy-o day is less then 24 hours 'way. and likes, we don't ever remember do a Dino-specific-gram  
accentin' incredible images of our most beloved  Dino makin' the 
scene with all his boy and girl pallies.  So here are a fabulous few
swank shots of Dino-daddy-o with his beau-ti-ful  blood brood
at varies ages and stages of their life as Fam Martin.

Likes pallies, be sure to check back tomorrow as our one and only Dino-holic, Danny-o share 'nother coolest of cool croons
by our deeply delightful Dino....celebratin' Dino-daddy-o Day 2026.

We remain, yours in Dino-adulation,

Dino Martin Peters

 










Thursday, June 18, 2026


Hey pallies, likes we gotta 'fess up that we have been havin' a beau-tif-ful-ly brazen bit of awesomely ab-so-lute Dino-delight in quirin' the wonderful world of AI with Dino-focused questions to see what they would share of their Dino-insights.  In honor of the upcomin' celebration of Daddy-o Day and in ab-so-lute adulation of our one, our only Dino, we asked the followin' Dino-quiry:  I wonder in what ways one might refer to Dean Martin as the swingin'est daddy-o ever?  Likes AI remarkably responded:  



You can refer to Dean Martin as the swingin'est "daddy-o" ever by celebrating his effortless "King of Cool" persona, his smooth traditional pop phrasing, his unmatched comedic timing, and the legendary mid-century swagger he brought to The Rat Pack. 




Referencin' him as the ultimate swingin' daddy-o boils down to a few distinct areas:



The Swagger & The Act: He perfected the tipsy, cigarette-smoking, tuxedo-clad playboy persona, though the "tipsy" image was carefully crafted showmanship (he famously substituted apple juice for booze on stage). 



The Delivery: He could belt out a mid-tempo swing tune like Ain't That a Kick in the Head with unmatched relaxation. He famously noted that a hat isn't a hat until it's tilted, perfectly capturing his off-the-cuff, laid-back cool. 




The Cool Cat of the Pack: While Frank Sinatra was the Chairman of the Board and Sammy Davis Jr. was the high-energy showman, Dean brought the effortless, smooth-as-bourbon charm that balanced out The Rat Pack. 



The Roastmaster General: He swung through the 1960s and 70s on his own terms, whether he was crooning standards like Everybody Loves Somebody or serving as the master of ceremonies on The Dean Martin Celebrity Roasts.  



Likes, likes how stunnin'ly spectacular is it Dino-diggers, to likes through the tremendous technological coolest of cool creativity of AI to spread more and more deeply delightful Dino-devotion helpin' more and more pallies to be welcomed into the wonderful world of our most most beloved Dino and celebrate our Dino as the swingin'est daddy-o likes of all times, likes in all places of the Dino-universe.


We remain, your in our King of Cool, our Master of Hip, our Ruler of Randy, our one, our only DINO....our one, our only Dino-daddy-o!

Dino Martin Peters





 

 

 

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

LIKE DINO-DADDY-O, LIKE BOYPALLIE, RICCI


 

Hey pallies, likes after postin' 'bout how our beau-ti-ful-ly beloved Dino had his namesake boypallie, Dino Jr. followin' in his fabulous footsteps, likes we knew that we needed to share a bit of Dino-patter on our Dino's youngest boypallie, Ricci also doin' his Dino-part to make the sayin' like daddy-o, like boypallie full of the Dino-truth.  So today we are deeply delighted to put the sweet spotlight on Ricci Martin and the wonderful ways he followed in the footsteps of his Dino-daddy-o.  The evocatively provocative pix of Ricci Martin shared above, was from an excellent edition of the DMFC's marvelous mag upon the release of Ricci's swankly scribed bio of our one and only Dino tagged "That's Amore," as also powerfully pictured below.

 

 Likes, we were ab-so-lute-ly awed readin' Ricci's incredible, insights into the life and times of his Dino-daddy-o as remembered from his coolest of cool childhood as a swingin' son of our swingin' King of Cool!  But, likes Ricci not only took us behind the scenes of growin' up in fam Martin, Ricci also went on to use his tremendous talents to create and star his his touchin' and tender Dino-tribute show travelin' 'round the Dino-universe to share his Dino-emulation of his Dino daddy-o.  The powerfully potent pix below is of Ricci croonin' a Dino-tune with this incredible image of our Dino behind him....like daddy-o, like boypallie.

 
And, likes below we are powerfully pleased to share so coolest of cool clips of boy-pallie Ricci keepin' the Dino-light glowin' Dino-bright  of some of his daddy-o Dino's most fav of fav Dino-croons from his touchin' and tender tribute show, showin' his deepest of deepest devotion to our most most most beloved Dino.  Sad, to say pallies, likes his Dino-bro, Dino Jr., Ricci died at a early age and the vid below was put together followin' Ricci's passin' from this life.  Truly, truly our Dino's youngest son hugely hugely honored his Dino-daddy through his touchin' and tender tome, "That's Amore," and usin' his tremendous talents as a crooner to spread the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino through his majestic musical songbook.


As we move closer and closer to Dino-daddy-o Day 2026, we are thrilled to remarkably remember how our Dino's youngest boy-pallie also truly truly lived out the truth of that ol' sayin', "Like Daddy-o, likes boy-pallie.

We remain, always and ever, Dino-devotedly,

Dino Martin Peters
 

Monday, June 15, 2026

LIKE DINO-DADDY-O, LIKE BOY-PALLIE, DINO JR.

 

 Hey pallies, likes Daddy-o Day is on the Dino-horizon likes in just a few Dino-days and likes we thought that, likes once we discovered this ab-so-lutely awesome pix of our Dino's namesake boypallie, Dino Martin Jr. makin' the scene at his pallie's David Ladd's party ala weddin' with, at the time, Dino Jr.'s amore, Miss Olivia Hussey....we de-fin-ate-ly needed to share this Dino Jr. candid with all youse Dino-philes.   

We likes deeply digs seein' Dino Jr. swankly dressed with his ever present smoke in hand, emulatin' likes his swingin' Dino-daddy-o!  Likes the ol' sayin' goes, like Daddy-o, like Boy-pallie.

And, likes below we simply needed to share a swingin' candid of our one and only swingin' Dino with his, at the time, youthful amore, Miss Gail Renshaw at the  Pebble Beach Golf Links.   To our way of Dino-thinkin', both of this coolest of cool candids were clicked at about the same Dino-time.  Our Dino with Miss Gail was snapped in 1970 and  Dino Jr.'s marriage to Miss Olivia took place in 1971, so how cool is it to know that these Daddy-o and Boy-pallie pixs were cap-ti-vat-in'-ly captured within' mere months of each other.

We totally totally stand in awe of the awesome truth of like Dino-daddy-o, like Dino-boypallie, Dino Jr..

Dino-sharin',

Dino Martin Peters

 Dean with Gail Renshaw