Rio Hayward All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

Izzy Adkins The movie is surprisingly subdued in its pacing, its characterizations, and its go-for-broke sensibilities.

Lachlan Coulson This is a gorgeous movie made by a gorgeous spirit.

Jenni Devyn Worth seeing just to witness how winsome it is.

bnwfilmbuff Unexpectedly decent spy flick. I think it would have been a whole lot better if it had just been played straight. It is listed as a comedy - parody might have been a better description - but it holds up much better on its own merits. The Russians are the bad guys and the dialog among them gets a bit silly but the rest of the plot and the action is exciting. The storyline involves a scientist that has invented a device that produces anti-gravity when aimed at certain objects. He needs protection from the Russians while visiting the Brits to sell them the invention. Tom Adams is good as the unflappable 2nd Best Agent assigned to protect him. The rest of the cast is fairly nondescript. The ending has some unique twists. A decent watch.

ShadeGrenade The first part of a trilogy starring Tom Adams as British secret agent 'Charles Vine', a man equally adept with both girl and gun. For his first assignment, he is assigned to protect Swedish scientist 'Henrik Jakobsen' ( Karel Stepanek ) who claims to be on the verge of a great scientific breakthrough - a gravity control device known as 'Regrav'. Not only will it revolutionise the transport system, but is capable of creating a force field to protect a country from nuclear attack. The British want Regrav, so do the Russians. From the moment Jakobsen steps off the plane, both his and Vine's life are in danger. The enemy are ruthless and cunning - deploying fake policemen, soldiers, transvestite killers, and even a double of Vine - to try and get what they want. All he has on his side is a Mauser Broomhandle, his wits and his fists. Made on a budget which wouldn't have paid for one of 007's Vodka Martinis, this little-known British spy film is surprisingly good. Adams is handsome and laconic and could - in my view - have made a fine Bond ( one wonders if he was ever seriously considered for the role ). A throwaway reference to "that chap who cracked the gold conspiracy" puts Vine in the same universe as Bond. Like 007, Vine has his own twangy guitar theme tune which plays whenever he walks into a room. The supporting cast is fine, particularly Francis De Wolff as 'Walter Pickering' of the Foreign Office and Peter Bull as the scheming criminal boss 'Masterman', while John Arnatt steals the show as Vine's boss Rockwell - his explanation of events to Vine at the hospital is brilliantly delivered. Look out for the lovely Judy Huxtable ( a.k.a, 'the computer centre girl' ) - she later married Peter Cook. The script is well-written, beginning with a teaser worthy of 'The Avengers' in which Henrik's brother August ( Robert Marsden ) is gunned down by enemy agents on Hampstead Heath, and climaxing with a multi-double cross shoot-out in London's docklands. Lindsay Shonteff pulls off some decent action scenes, using the city of London to good effect. If 'Licensed To Kill' can be compared to any Bond film, its 'From Russia With Love', as once again agents of the East and West are played off against one another by a mysterious third party. Vine's miniature gun is a real hoot! Very underrated film. Shown in America as 'The Second Best Secret Agent In The Whole Wild World'.Things To Look Out For - during the opening titles, when Tom Adams' credit appears, in the bottom right-hand corner you can see a caricature of Vine, holding a gun and smoking a cigarette. Vine's next mission was 'Where The Bullets Fly' ( 1966 ). Shonteff had nothing to do with it, sadly, and it shows.

HalfCentury The Charles Vine character made quite an impression on me at 12 (maybe 13) years of age. The "other guy" 007 we are lead to believe, has some sort of distraction keeping him from the important task of protecting a defecting Soviet scientist with the secret of anti gravity or perpetual motion or somesuch breakthrough. Charles Vine will have to do. As Sammy Davis JR sings, He's The Second, Not the First, but The Second Best Secret Agent in The Whole Wide Worrrrld. An "M" stand in looks Vine over and heartily disapproves of his hand cannon, a broomhandle mauser, in a special holster that covers his entire lower back. He has several scenes where he is blasting away with this great weapon. One car chase where he leans out the window with a long silencer on the ww1 vintage pistol "Thwipp, Thwipp, Thwipping" at the enemies car in the middle of busy daytime London traffic. Later, stoppped at an enemy roadblock, he does a trickey behind his back shot, shooting through his coat, then rolls into the middle of the road and from his back shoots the other enemies, shell casing flying. All of this action barely ruffles his hair. His final battle places him against a master assassin with holey socks and his own silenced mauser. Charles Vine has to keep his cool and load the trickey top loading magazine of his mauser out of earshot of the close by Red assassin. The Gun was the co star. I have the very popular facsimile of the broomhandle mauser that is commonly used by fans of Star Wars to recreate the Han Solo blaster. What a horror to discover that this whole great memory of a blood thirsty intense spy drama is actually played as a super silly spoof. Completely tongue in cheek at all times. Catch it if you can. I have it on video tape and have no memory of how I came by it.

Karl Ericsson I saw this film when I was fourteen and now I'm 48. In the meantime, I've seen thousands of films but never again this film. Could I be mistaken in my memory of it, I asked myself. Then I got hold of Lindsay Shonteff's 'Big Zapper' and found a marvelous satire about most everything but especially about sex and violence, which is ridiculed most thoroughly in that film. I now believe my memory and this film is the one I most desire to see of all films lost to me. First of all, another reviewer wrote about 'black and white - photo'. This film was shot in wonderful color, especially vivid to me. There were the most endearing autumn colors. I fear there are some really gruesome copies out there, which do not do justice to this film. Now for the film. My impression of Tom Adams was then, that he made any other agent-actor, including Sean Connery and James Coburn (whom I both like), look like choir-boys in comparison. This man was no bull-s**t. Strapped on his back was a gun. He never drew it from where it was. He let it stay there and when meeting up with bad guys, he shot from the back, each time ruining an overcoat. He also had a small gun of one shot, which he could hide behind a matchbox if necessary and when offered a last smoke before dying, he reversed the cards. The gun on the back was however much more fun. In the end of the film, he is chased by 'Sadistikoff' (yes, a pun) through some alleys in the city, early in the morning (nobody else is around). Since everything is so quiet, he notices that his shoes are far too noisy. He takes them off and continues in his socks. Sadistikoff notices the same thing and takes his shoes off - you can see, that there are holes in his worn-out socks! Poor Russia. This silent scene all ends when Adams lets the lid of a garbage-can smash down and hides opposite it in a doorway or something of the kind. Sadistikoff comes in and empties his gun on the garbage-can. Adams steps out and Sadistikoff is history. Just to see Adams in this role again - what a treat! Will I ever again? I saw Adams in some spy-flick with Raquel Welch, in which he played a heavy. I was not mistaken. This guy really had charisma. Why was he stopped, I wonder? Refused to play ball? I don't know. Or was it Lindsay Shonteff, the director, who made Adams look so good and who is equally neglected? Quentin Tarantino hasn't seen this one, nor seems anyone else of those who claim to dig up lost diamonds. Dig this one up, if you can!Well, I got a German copy of the film on VHS and must admit that time has not been too kind to it. The humor does however still remain and the film impresses now for the fact that it was obviously done on a shoestring budget. It is also obvious, when seeing this film again, how little special effects mean in order to maintain your interest in a film. Had they blown up a real helicopter in the end of the film instead of no helicopter at all, which was the case obviously, it would not have made the film better or worse. In fact, action is highly overpraised. It is for idiots. A thinking man or woman look for other things in a movie, things that cost very little destruction and therefore little money. Such people look for a good plot that makes you feel more deeply or a dialogue that makes you think more deeply. The money then goes to the writer, the composer of music and the director who manages not to destroy a good plot and beautiful music and last but not least actors that are interesting people. This film had a decent plot and dialogue, a good craftsman of a director that could work with little money, very good actors and lousy music. Had Ennio Morricone done the score, it would have been a classic!