Sure, sure, it's got every funny actor on the planet (Peter Sellers, Ursula Andress, David Niven, Orson Welles, Joanna Pettet, Daliah Lavi, Woody Allen, Deborah Kerr, William Holden, Charles Boyer, John Huston, Kurt Kasznar, George Raft, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Terence Cooper, and Jacqueline Bisset), but it was still made in 1967, when things were loopy. (Rico turned it off only partway in, not long after John Huston noted that David Niven "let's down his intestines and washes them by hand, a trick he learned in Tibet", let's put it that way.) Here's a review of why you should not watch it.
Courtesy of Netflix, now we'll see if Rico's memory of Modesty Blaise was any better...
Well, sort of. It was at least a good-looking movie, if rife with late 1960s clothes and (ugh) Op-Art. (Nothing like entire rooms papered with Op-Art to ruin your day.) It, too, had a long list (Dirk Bogarde as Gabriel, Clive Revill in dual roles as McWhirter and Sheik Abu Tahir, Rossella Falk as Mrs. Fothergill, Monica Vitti as Modesty Blaise, Harry Andrews as Sir Gerald Tarrant, and Terence Stamp as Willie Garvin) of hip actors of the time...
Monica Vitti (whether blonde or brunette) was incredibly good-looking, and Terence Stamp was a wonderful thug. (While Stamp, along with half the rest of the cast, played very gay in this movie, it turns out, to Rico's relief, as Stamp was an idol when Rico was young, that he was straight...)
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