Hey pallies, likes today we 'gain turn to our new pallie Ryan Ebelt for more wonderful prosin' a la Dino! Ry is truly a renaissance man...auther, artiste, musician, and in recent days has turned his scribin' abilities in the direction of our most beloved Dino. After sharin' a review of Helmer numero uno that Ry had shared a few years ago with his readership at his stellar blog, "RJE'S FRIENDS OF JUNIOR," Ebelt decided to renew and refresh his aquaintanceship with our Dino and his quartet of super spyster flicks.
After revisitin' and revisin' his original review of "The Silencers," ilovedinomartin encouraged our pallie Ry to share his Dino-impressions of the rest of the Dino-pack...and indeed he has. And, we have be likes totally totally delighted to share his wonderful reviews with all you Dino-holics here at ilovedinomartin.
And, ilovedinomartin has been thrilled to know that we had a wee part in the short run of gettin' Ry's creative juices flowin' the Matt Helm way via rewatchin' and reviewin' these Dino-classics....and in the long run helpin' Ry deepen his devotion to our Dino. As Ry said in a recent comment at his blog, " I've had a great time rewatching and reviewing the Helm pictures...and it's been perfectly swell seeing that my work's being appreciated."
Well today ilovedinomartin is likes thrilled to share the last of Ry's Helmer reviews...and truly it is as evocative as the first three. Likes gotta 'fess up that I never ever 'til yesterday took notice of the byline tag of Ebelt's blog. It sez..."Vim...Vigor...Vitriol..."....and that's exactly what our pallie Ry's Dino-reflections are full of....those three V's. How great is that dudes?!?!?!
And, each and every review that Ry writes always brings new Dino-insights to this here Dino-devotee. Likes I totally digs how Ry frames "The Wrecking Crew." He likes absolutely....without a doubt...nails WC when he sez, "Now, positing The Wrecking Crew as the most serious of the Helm movies." Never viewed it that way before, but indeed our amazin' Dino-holic pallie Ry has hit it on the Dino-nose with such intriguin' insight.
Well, likes I coulda goes on and on 'bout this review, but the point is dudes...do your Dino-homework for today and simply relish Ry Ebelts fab homagin' of our great man in the great flick "The Wrecking Crew." Hats off to our pallie Ry for all his creative efforts in educatin' his readership in the pleasures of our Dino as Matt Helm. To read this in it's orginal source, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram. Dino-awed, DMP
"But I'm Gonnna Shock Her Out of Her Miniskirt..."
And so today, we'll wrap up the world of Matt Helm with The Wrecking Crew (1968).
If you're waiting for a final poster joke about "balls", you're gonna be waiting a long time.
As I mentioned in my review of the third installment in the franchise, The Wrecking Crew would experience something of a change in tone. Oddly enough, I thought of an apt Bond metaphor. Though each of the films kept ratcheting up the amount of gadgets and crazy situations, it was during Roger's stint that the movies moved into full blown cartoon territory. Moonraker (1979) was the pinnacle of silliness as it not only knocked the over-the-top qualities of The Spy Who Loved Me up another notch, but also made a half-assed stab at the Star Wars boom. So when Bond returned in 1981 with For Your Eyes Only, it was not only the most serious and subdued of Roger's stint as 007, but perhaps of the entire franchise up to that point.
Now, positing The Wrecking Crew as the most serious of the Helm movies...well, they only toned it down to somewhere around Our Man Flint level. Most of the endless innuendo is gone from much of the banter, though Dino still gets in a regular flow of zingers. There's still plenty of lovely ladies, but each has a part to play in the plot. The gadgets are nothing too wacky, and most of the scenarios are remarkably plausible if comically performed (I would suggest looking up the term "haymaker" with regards to fighting and consider how useful it is in life and death combat between trained professionals).
The story concerns $1 billion of US gold being stolen from a train traveling through Europe, though why all that gold would be travelling via train through Europe's never really made clear, when it's high-jacked by wealthy industrialist Count Massimo Contini and his deadly fiancée Linka Karesky. Matt Helm's sent to Denmark to covertly locate the gold and wrest it back from Contini before it plunges the world money markets into chaos. (This is what happens when you're on the gold standard, folks!) Since Matt more or less knows who stole it and roughly where it is, the movie's more or less a string of set pieces trying to bump Matt and his helper Freya Carlson off or trying to seduce Matt into stealing the gold for himself. I'm pretty sure without having seen it, you can guess what happens.
If you guessed alien invasion...that's cool...but wrong.
Dean eases into this more relaxed version of Helm with just the amount of cool you would expect. While the part hasn't exactly moved into firm dramatic territory, Dino seems more comfortable not having to race to spit out double entendres with every retort. His only problem comes with Freya, played by Sharon Tate. (Without dragging the tragic events of the Manson Family murders into this, let's just say that there's a certain sad air that will likely only bother you if you're familiar with the exuberant Tate's sorrowful fate. The same thing happened the first time I saw what should've been another comic romp with Tate in The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967).) Freya's the most bumbling thing Matt's had to deal with since Stella Stevens played Gail Hendricks in the first Helm adventure, and to be honest, considering the shift in tone, she's the one element that seems to belong in an earlier Helm-er. She's the first thing to really break Matt's cool, and robbing Dino of cool is cinematic suicide in terms of the fun.
The rest of the cast is a lot of fun. Nigel Green, who plays Contini, is perhaps the most convincing foe since Karl Malden in Murderer's Row. Elke Sommers is her usual lovely ice queen self. Tina Louise of Gilligan's Island fame makes an appearance as a double-crossing Gypsy dancer. But perhaps most interesting is Nancy Kwan as the Hong Kong assassin, Yu-Rang, who, apart from the goofy name (which I assume was some sort of nod to the colorful super-villain henchmen monikers of Bond), is far less offensive an Asian character than one would expect from a movie from this time period. I'm not going to say fully positive as there's a number of gongs and "Chinese" music stings throughout the film. I suspect the better portrayal might be due, at least in part, to the movies fight choreographer. You may have heard of him...fella by the name of Bruce Lee. Oh, and as I forgot to mention it the last time around, like its predecessors, the last two films also features another movie score heavy-hitter with the wonderful sounds of Hugo Montenegro.
So to wrap it all up: if The Ambushers makes you look at The Wrecking Crew as "Criminey, here we go again...", let me assure you that it's not that. But at the same time, if you wanted more of the same old same old, it's not that either. If anything, it's a fairly familiar and mostly enjoyable ride that makes you wonder where it would have gone if, as promised in the end credits, they had made The Ravagers next.
No comments:
Post a Comment