Matt Helm Lounge (The Silencers/ Murderers Row/The Ambushers/The Wrecking Crew)

I remember watching Matt Helm movies as a kid on t.v. and enjoying them. I decided to purchase them to see if they would be as enjoyable to me today and you know I got a bigger kick out of them today since I'm actually old enough to get the jokes. If your a fan of Dean Martin, which I am, and some tongue in cheek spy action you may enjoy these movies.

If you like Dean Martin/ James Bond and lots of pretty girls, you will enjoy these movies. Dean Martin is Matt Helm and he is an agent fighting all the bad guys and getting all the pretty girls. So the technology can't be compared with todays movies, but that is what makes Matt Helm so much fun. Even the fashions are fun, some of the styles I see back today.
I recommend Matt Helm because it is so much fun to watch for all ages.

If sequels declare the success of a franchise, and they do, then Dean Martin's four parodies of James Bond by the time Sean Connery made six tells that film freaks got as much entertainment from Matt Helm's SlayGirls as from 007's Bond Girls.

The well printed and packaged quartet of The SILENCERS, MURDERER'S ROW, The AMBUSHERS, and The WRECKING CREW are a delightful retrospective showcase of the '60s, when men were hairy and women were leggy, before love was inhibited by AIDS and herpes, and there were no billionaires. Enjoy a nostalgic look at a bevy of forgotten starlets whose thespian charisma was upstaged by their pulchritude: Cyd Charisse, Ann Margaret (CARNAL KNOWLEDGE), Tina Louise (GILLIGAN'S ISLAND), Camilla Spaarv, Stella Stevens, Daliah Lavi (CASINO ROYALE), Elke Sommer (PINK PANTHER), Nancy Kwan (THE WORLD OF SUZIE WONG), Senta Berger (DE SADE), and the horribly tragic Sharon Tate --- they never looked lovlier. While Rat Packer Dino and cowboy James Gregory save the world from domination by archfiends Victor Buono, Arthur O'Connell, Robert Webber and Karl Malden, with one-liners and in-jokes. We shall never see their like again.

What are the flicks about? Why, pretty women of course, barely covered by the op-art couturie of Oleg Cassini, not to mention his fledging for peacocks, a few choreographed brawls, a car chase on a mountain road, button bombs, fold-up helicopters, death rays, and travelogues of Monte Carlo and Acapulco. If you want plot, drama, mystery, character development, and verisimulated reality, get CHARLIE'S ANGELS.

Sex and violence are good clean fun, but the series should be X-Rated for glorifying smoking and drinking while driving automobiles.