burn-on-demand release "Operation C.I.A." also offers solid proof, even
if the flick itself is a little make that a lot on the light side.
Released in 1965, the black-and-white adventure is so obscure, I'd never
heard of it.
Burt plays C.I.A. secret
agent Mark Andrews, sent to Saigon under the guise of an ag professor to
look into the murder of one of the agency's own and prevent another
assassination. Once in 'Nam (and the film actually was shot there), he
discovers he can't get by on his good looks, starting at a massage
parlor (or is that "massage parlor"?), where one of the ladies conks him
out and steals his wallet.
Things go south from
there, including among other things coming face-to-face with a
deadly snake (one whose movements are looped, no less) and his new
archenemy, an Asian man with a high-pitched giggle. (While certainly not
among the high points of cinematic depictions of the race, at least
it's not on the level of Mickey Rooney in "Breakfast at Tiffany's.")
"In two days, I've been
double-crossed by three dames!" laments Burt in his hotel room, to a
lovely French thing in a towel. Don't miss Burt's big shaving scene!
Even with a street scene
in which Burt leaps his way out of the burst of a live grenade, the
picture is low-rent, with plenty of padding and low-wattage action, à
la Roger Corman. But that's part of its charm, and Burt exudes serious,
Clint Eastwood cool, with none of the self-aware smirking that marred
his "Smokey and the Bandit" heyday. And he does so without a mustache,
which is always a plus in my book. Rod Lott