AGENT FOR H.A.R.M.
- Director: Gerd Oswald
- Year: 1965
| The ‘H’ word in the title of this slick 60’s spy sham is a fair discription of the effect it will have on you while watching it. Boy is it Baaad. Adam Chance (Mark Richman) is the coolest, most stern jawed, blue eyed, broad shouldered, muscle bound, secret agent to hit the screen ever. Naw, not really. He looks about 70, has a bad comb-over hairdo and a collection of tiny shirts and works for the most secret orginisation in the world. Forget Bond, Helm, and Flint, this hombre gets the babes, the bombs and the bullets, and probably a pension and free bus travel. Mad scientists, wrongdoers (one looks like Prince!!) and sexy secretaries (with big hair), meet head on with the spy’s and the tuff and DRUNK AS A FUCKING BASTARD assignment chief (Wendel Corey) cut the ham in front of a lunatic with a camera, no budget and remarkable lack of talent. You can smell it going off. Simple, brilliant and damn stupid with lame murders as various ‘agents’ are zapped with a crappy ‘spore’ gun that turns ‘em into piles of bubbly green goo - courtesy of ‘Colt Pistols’. The fight for mom’s apple pie stinks of H.A.R.M and if baad films are in your thing, see it and cough. |  |
