A hilarious fiasco. From brain teasers to torture involving matches for agent Jerry, James Bond’s possible rival who, incidentally, doesn’t masturbate because he can’t reach himself with his penis. Nothing is missing in this B-movie, which is like a salad of nonsense with action, low-calorie clichés and reheated (microfilm in false teeth, ion engines – whatever those are for -…) and locations in Rome and Beirut? It must have cost a fortune to film in the Paris of the East in 1966 and not wait ten years until 1976, when the conflicts and attacks of the civil war meant that prices were lower and ridiculous because it was low season and there were deaths.

Anyway, someone has eliminated Stefanopulus, so they know there’s a traitor in the organisation, or so they say, and a source was going to reveal the name to agent Z413, but he was murdered in the Roman Amphitheatre just as the local guide was talking about all the deaths that cost Vespasian to build the so-called Colosseum in 76 AD. Fortunately, someone, Parker heard his last words and gave Jerry the clue to go to another ex-lover, Jazmin, who sent him to another woman, although she was expecting the late Douglas Cadena Z413. And so, in a spy story reminiscent of Fleming’s MI6, albeit without the quality, Jim Floyd gets beaten up by the Chinese Wong (who is actually Mexican and called Noé) and almost has his brains squeezed out, but, alas, thank God it didn’t happen, so we could see him in a one-piece women’s dress, which, with his height, made him look like a South American mummy before being portrayed by Edward Munchd, and hitting and going to the hotel to once again receive a dose of abuse so that he would confess the hiding place of the blessed microfilm while they burned his fingers like Cuauhtémoc’s feet and (Joan of Arc, said Floyd). After the trip to NYC and more haggling and offering $50,000 for the microfilm, Jerry discovers that the man his immediate boss Nick admired did everything to get millions and devote himself to acquiring works of art, but the ending is a very James Bond or Q in MI6-esque ploy. A sonar compass to locate the gang just when they were planning to get rid of Jerry, but he had discovered them because of the huge party Parker’s dog threw for Nick at the airport, and he had already taken precautions. A happy ending as unreal as a £184 note. He gets the £50,000 and the beautiful girl in a helicopter.