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I am still a majorly affectionate fan of the "Our Man Flint" and "In Like Flint" movies while, objectively, most assuredly, realizing that a firm appreciation of the two films in question may, perhaps, be a a matter of "you had to be there," which is to say, sitting in a movie theater back in the day when Flint represented the only respectable rival or alternative to the James Bond movies. Viewing the Flint movies today for the first time may result in an entirely different type of experience due to the infiltration of the Austin Powers movies mindset which tells us that we are to laugh at the ridiculousness of the proceedings. But even without that taint, which I take your original viewings to be free of, the Flint movies can look fairly quaint, often appearing as slightly more expensive TV episode and lacking the visual punch, cutting edge high tech and production finesse of the Bond pictures. If the Bond movies represent the cinematic equivalent of Sirloin Steak, the Flint films are, perhaps, only hamburger. Still, and without any doubt whatsoever, there is an enormous entertainment value in James Coburn's portrayal of Flint, a distinct and masterful rendition of an athletic Sherlock Holmes brought into the era of the Cold War. Lee J. Cobb's exasperated Cramden, the meat and potatoes version of Bernard Lee's M, is also a continuiing pleasure well into the new millenium. It should be mentioned, since it is often overlooked and often outlives the film for which it is composed, the importance of the musical score. In this specific case, the work of Jerrald (Jerry) Goldsmith remains a rich and wonderful work which retains its musical integrity and value.