In Like Flint
Flint is again called out of retirement when his old boss finds that he seems to have missed 90 seconds while golfing with the president. Flint finds that the president has been replaced by an actor (Flint's line [with a wistful look] is "An Actor as President?") Flint finds that a group of women have banded together to take over the world through subliminal brainwashing in beauty salons they own.
This movie is fucking ridiculous
Flint is even more the Batman-esque renaissance man in this one: he can speak dolphin and break down the complete chemical contents of cigarette paper with a taste. This sequel has the advantage of being helmed by Gordon Douglas, a good action director with a great eye for 'scope and a real affinity for a certain late-'60s tropicana sensibility. The stuff about womankind plotting to take over the world is a landmine for the contemporary critic, but when Douglas allows the women a final conspiratorial gaze at us, the audience, it suggests he knows what's what. For the record, Twilight Time's Blu-ray release is impeccable.
It's not quite as good as "Our Man Flint", but this one is still a lot of fun. Usually Bond spoofs are self-deprecating ... they make fun of the genre by depicting master spies who aren't very good at their job. That wouldn't work for James Coburn. In the Derek Flint films, the joke is how awesome he really is. That's Coburn for ya.
Didn't realize this was a sequel but it's done well enough that I don't feel like I missed anything. It was just ok, most of the comedy happens during the fight sequences.