This is only the second entry in the Matt Helm spy-series and already star Dean Martin looks tired, beleaguered and in need of a good belt of gin. It isn't the groovy Bond-satire you hope it'll be--and that the first film, "The Silencers", nearly was. It has Ann-Margret, and she has energy and pizazz to spare--but no character to play. Hothead Karl Malden plays the villain, but he's not nefarious, just buffoonish. And then there's Dino: aging on-screen faster than a bottle of Thunderbird Wine, Martin can barely keep his eyes open, barely get his lines out, seems overly-tanned and over-fed, and creates no sparks with sexy A-M. The script is leadweight, the direction amateurish, the set designs mediocre. It's not even an interesting attempt. It's a four-asprin headache. * from ****
Review of Murderers' Row
