Hammerhead

Hammerhead is a strange mixture, blending a determination to be bang up-to-the-minute with the trends of 1967/68 with a routine espionage story. A series of bizarre 'Happenings' and weird performance art, together with Judy Geeson's groovy young thing, the latter the highlight of the movie for me, hardly fail to disguise the kind of plot that had been churned out ad infinitum on TV. Vince Edwards is perhaps best described as adequate in the lead; he's OK but not particularly memorable. Peter Vaughan was born to play a super-villain, but his Hammerhead must have been on the screen for all of ten minutes. He doesn't even get to fight the hero and his demise is pretty nondescript. Neither William Mervyn nor Patrick Cargill, excellent character players both, are seen at their best, though Diana Dors is in her element as the proprietor of a dubious nightclub. The finale with Michael Bates in a dual role tends to drag on.

Zany spy caper with an American James Bond and an assortment of British b-movie stars.

It's bookended by two crazy freak out style montages of hippie youths doing dangerous antisocial things like dancing and taking off their clothes which the cops put a stop to, but it neatly introduces Judy Geeson who repeatedly shows up in each change of location so often I was convinced she would be revealed as some sort of British intelligence operative masquerading as a nymphomaniacal socialite junkie, stealing every scene she's in by giggling and pouting. Her omnipresence is so remarkable she is the mugaffin.

The rest of it was something about missiles and piano recitals and scenes of torture, the victim of which gets moved around almost as often as Judy Geeson but happily delivers his expository dialogue before expiring giving necessary depth to the hapless stooge before killing off everyone else without worrying about the ethical quandary.

Sadly it's neither funny enough to be a spoof nor serious enough to be a thriller. The violence/ action scenes are a bit unnecessary and the diabolical masterplan seems too fantastic and risky to be plausible. Happily there was no secret underground lair but there were henchmen wearing stripy T-shirts.

A host of familiar faces play small roles including David Prowse, Diana Dors, Kenneth Cope and Veronica Carlson and there's a bit of humour involving a hearse chase but like the diegetic theme song which appears at least 3 times including the hippy dance at the end, it's highly derivative and repetitive. Our man Hood in one scene names the artists of various paintings to demonstrate his cultivation; but does it so many times in succession the he ceases to resemble a gentleman and turns into a tour guide.

Like the crazy kid/ stoner at the end, lowering his caged self into the bay water while everyone dances; it all seems kind of random, dangerous and stupid and someone really should put a stop to it.

For years I thought Victor Mature was the most uncharismatic, untalented actor to have ever managed to succeed in Hollywood, but now, ladies and gents, I stand corrected. That dishonor must go to the, er, "star" of Hammerhead, Mr Vince Edwards. In short, he's an utter bore. As is the movie. But my God, is he dreadful. His face is like a catcher's mitt, just expressionless throughout the whole movie. His voice is one note of droning monotony and as for his physical presence, well, I suspect most of the action was performed by a double as they consisted mostly of suspicious close ups of legs and arms being thrust in the direction of bad guys without ol' Vince's hammerface in the shot.

Won't bother with the plot, critique the direction or soundtrack ... sufficed to say it all pretty much stinks.

I'm a massive spy movie fan - seen 'em all pretty much - especially the 60s adventure ones, and I must say this movie is easily one of the worst. Even the mostly incomprehensible Italian stuff of the same era is a lot more fun and watchable than this rubbish.

The only good thing from Hammerhead are the girls. Plenty of them and all pretty.

I saw this when I was in the ARMY, a BIG waste of time what's worst the The Projectionist must have missed a reel as 1 could see it just didn't fit

The James Bond Series of Films, the Longest Continuation in History, was a "Sixties" Invention.

Now, Die-Hard Fans "Take a Deep Breath"...The Body of Work as a Whole does Not Hold Up all that well.

With Exceptions for sure, there is a lot of Mediocrity with some Great and some, let's just say Not So Great when Viewed Today Objectively and Without Nostalgia.

The Bond Mega-Success Spawned Much to Answer for. Spin-Offs that Range from Clever to "WTF?".

Many Types Varying in Scope, Budget, and Talent. Film as well as its Baby-Brother "TV" were Ablaze with "Secret Agent" Mania.

Here We have a Feature Film with a Half and Half Approach.

Spoof and Parody along with some Intrigue and Genuine and Unfettered Mimicry with Gimmickry making an Appearance if Not on a Grand Scale.

That Became one of the Bond Series Iffy "Evolution" where the Producers and Filmmakers got a Bit "Big For Their Britches". Mostly in the "Roger Moore" Movies.

Vince Edwards seems somewhat Miscast. A Former Handsome Body Builder who made His Mark as TV's Ben Casey had a Pleasant if Limited Screen Presence.

He doesn't even Try and Stretch as "Hood" the Bondish Persona only Hinted at. Edwards Amiably goes through the motions with mostly a Smirk.

The Supporting Cast is Highlighted by a Spunky "Mod" Bond-Girl (Judy Geeson). She is (like the movie) a Love/Hate Affair. Her Performance is so Over the Top, but Having Fun, and Signals what the Tone of the Film is All About.

Some Appeal can be Had at the Hands of Middle Class Hippies and Their "Experimenting" with Art and Fashion. Something that Rarely Approaches Verisimilitude in a Movie.

It's a Loud, Brash, Colorful Attempt and Fans are Straight Down the Middle...

Yep, They either Love it...or Hate it.

Got a Mind...Don't Waste it...You Decide.