Big movie. Big screen. Loved it.
One of those time capsule "only-in-the-60's" movies where Our Man Flint mixes with (extremely loose) political parody and late-night talk show monologue jokes and Haight-Ashbury send ups to produce something totally psychedelic and unmoored from a more straightforward comedy. Other than possibly satirizing bureaucrats and the absurdity of the Cold War, I'm not sure exactly what the intended targets are for this type of satire, as it is too full of "meaning" to be just a conventional joke delivery system.…