AutCuddly Great movie! If you want to be entertained and have a few good laughs, see this movie. The music is also very good,

Aubrey Hackett While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

Kien Navarro Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

Anoushka Slater While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

mark.waltz This comedy spy caper is so tongue in cheek that if you played a drinking game with this, you'd run out of vermouth. At the height of his rat pack popularity, Dean Martin scored a series of films spoofing the popular spy genre, and as an American version of James Bond, Martin is totally a hoot. Silencers on guns keep killing all of the women whom Dino obviously intends to bed, and it all surrounds a new and even more deadly atomic bomb set to be dropped on America in the middle of nowhere with the intention of starting World War III. The plot really is secondary, with Dean's romantic inclinations and the parade of beauties in nothing but panties and bra passing by. Ironically, it's James Gregory, the buffoon politician at the center of Angela Lansbury's nefarious scheme in "The Manchurian Candidate" as Martin's good guy boss. The women include such lovely ladies as Stella Stevens, Daliah Lavi and the still gorgeous Cyd Charisse (seen briefly) who hasn't aged a day since her time as one of MGM's great dancers. Victor Buono, Robert Webber and Roger C. Carmel are among the bad guys. Chase sequences on mountainside highways, nightclub scenes where the star gets shot, and lots of political intrigue, along with Martin's witty commentary, make this a lot of fun. Films like this were all over in the 1960's, but they lacked in the charm and inventiveness of this and the ground-breaking Bond films. This flies by in just over an hour and a half. Martin gets a few digs in at Sinatra's expense with a certain other singer on the radio getting his approval. The best bits involve inventive sets, particularly a bed that raises to dump Dean in his pool and car seats that turn into a reclining love making machine. Stella Stevens gets the worst of it as the redhead stuck in the car with him in a rainstorm and escapes, only to end up a muddy mess in a truly hysterically funny scene. The outrageous wrap-up has a neat little twist, and the final credits give the audience a view of things to come in the already planned sequel.

brefane Though it lacks style or wit, The Silencers is the best of the 4 Dean Martin Matt Helm films. Like another Bond parody, 1967's Casino Royale, The Silencers features gorgeous women, endless innuendo and an irrelevant plot. Stella Stevens walks away with the acting honors and a relaxed and charming Daliah Lavi is both a perfect foil and complement to Dean Martin's under appreciated talents Cyd Charisse is in great form, but for my money Victor Buono made a better villain on TV's Batman than he does here. The photography by Burnett Guffey (Bonnie and Clyde) is bright and appealing, and director Phil Karlson (Walking Tall) seems to be marking time with this poorly paced film. Still, it's fun.

plex By the time Matt Helm emerged, 4 bond films had been released. Just long enough for greedy Hollywood to try to cash in on someone else's success formula. I viewed 3 of the 4 Helm movies and it became obvious that they saw the Bond films and said "Lets do everything different than Bond." Maybe they had to execute them differently due to copyright or plagiarism, I don't know. But even had they emulated the Bond formulas more closely, Albert Broccoli would still be laughing and certainly not threatened. But that laughter would come out of ridicule and not from any on-screen humor. Helm, played by Dean Martin is so laid back he appears to be in a stupor. He couldn't move fast if a sloth was chasing him. He, like Bond, is a misogynistic boozer who is licensed to kill, but only those words exemplify any actual resemblance. Martin, who is nearly 50 in the first 2 installments and over 50 in the 2nd two, drives a wood paneled station wagon, chain smokes, and drinks while driving. He has to be coaxed into performing any act of duty as he is constantly resisting work. Of course he beds just about any woman he meets, which is sort of creepy because some of them are half his age, if that. I will say, the Helm women equal the Bond women in looks, but not sex appeal, as they are written as 1-dimensional excuses to be a prop for fashion designers.On the topic of fashion, Helm's look is a turtleneck under a blazer. His "day job" seems to be a fashion photographer and he spends more time fantasizing and singing about them then shooting them. The songs are crooner-corny, the jokes are stupid. But the stupidity does not stop there. The scripts are so vapid they could almost be improvised. The three movies I saw plodded along at a snails pace, poorly edited, terrible continuity, and repeated variations on the same scenery. The villains had little evil about them, and apparently spent much of their time performing the dirty duties their lackey's should have. Admittedly I only continued to watch these films for the babes, but they were so plastic and un-sexy, that even that quickly became boring for me. By comparison, the Flint movies were more entertaining. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't approaching this with too much serious enthusiasm at the onset. Dean Martin cannot act, and I knew he would play the rat-pack cool-card to the hilt. I also understand parody and kitsch. But these films were not intelligent enough on any level to deliver. The 1st two films end with Helm sliding into his indoor pool/tub from a robotic bed, with a girl at his side, I can only assume the next two did the same. My question is: why couldn't they have placed the film canisters and scripts along with them?

yanks23 My favorite part of this "tongue-in-cheek" espionage flick, is when Dean Martin, convinced that Stella Stevens has the micro-film tape on her, completely rips her dress off of her, leaving the sexy Stevens standing there in her bra, gartered-panties, nylons and high-heels. Great scene !! I'm sure it was Stella Stevens who kept the attention of male viewers throughout this silly movie. Sure , there were other attractive women in the movie. But Stevens was tops !! Dean martin, pretty much being himself as opposed to acting, was entertaining to a degree. However, it was Stella Stevens who stole the show. I didn't even consider being annoyed by her "flighty" character. She's just too damn pretty.