Thanks for the memories!

Powerful

It is a performances centric movie

This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

I'll have to admit that I'm a bit biased since the only way I've seen this film was when it was on Mystery Science Theater 3000. So at least I had two robots and Mike help me get through it.Basically, in a world consisting of eight people tops, our "hero" must find and protect a scientist who has created a deadly form of "spores". A group of four bad guys have apparently stolen the formula and our "hero" must stop them. Oh yea, the scientist has a very hot niece who is also part of the bad guys, but don't worry, I haven't given away a thing.There are a lot of problems with this film, foremost of which is the casting of Peter Mark Richmond in the lead. While he's a decent character actor, he's at his best playing either bad guys or know-it-all scientists. As a "super spy", he's waaay too smarmy for the role and becomes very unlikable in the final scene with the niece. Also Wendell Corey, once a respectable actor, was at the end of his career and the effects of alcoholism really show with his slurred speeches. About the only interesting thing in this very boring film is Corey's secretary who possesses one very long thumb (as pointed out on MST3K).Perhaps the main problem is how unimaginative the entire plot is. Not to mention that the method of protecting the scientists results in the "hero" killing off the bad guys in an almost sadistic manner (wiring a TV set to a doorknob for example, what if the paperboy tried that doorknob?).Unless you see two robots and a Mike in the corner, I would suggest avoiding this film at all cost.

A paunchy, fiftyish sleazeball is...agent for H.A.R.M! He hits on girls young enough to be his daughter! And cops a feel while he's got his hands on them! He's smug, ineffectual, pompous and smarmy. The only reason he half way succeeds in his mission is because the bad guys are so lame. And he still managed to botch the case. That's what he gets for leaving that one location! And for some reason, his yellow cardigan didn't protect him. That must be the reason why he wore it for six straight days in a row, right? I must say-I've never seen a secret agent who wore a CARDIGAN before. Only grandfathers wear cardigans. Couldn't they have gotten a better wardrobe person for this movie? I mean, they saved all that money on the location scouting, they could have afforded to hire someone who wouldn't have put grandpa secret agent in a yellow cardigan!

As with many cinematic stinkers, I never would have encountered this one if it hadn't been for MST3K. Perhaps in editing the movie for the show the producers had to cut out the part of the flick that explained what H.A.R.M. stood for, if such an explanation was ever given at all.One could tell this was going to blow chunks from the tone set by the opening scene, with the elderly dude and his assistant fleeing through a culvert, being chased by a lone Soviet soldier armed with an American battle rifle (seeing as how the credits so kindly thanked Colt Firearms for the weapons used in the film, I guess I'll have to overlook that faux pas, seeing as how the mini pistol carried by the 'Agent for H.A.R.M. was so non-descript as to leave me guessing who might have manufactured it).The rest of the movie was quite unintentionally funny, from the drunk sounding spymaster to the evil henchman who resembled Prince, to the much maligned cardigan worn by our hero Adam Chance. Although at his age, bones chill more easily, so I can understand his choice of such a sensible garment, although he could have picked a better color than that gawdawful yellow. The one shining spot in this whole mess was Eva, who, despite being a dirty commie spy, was pretty hot. I sure miss the Cold War, don't you?

What can you say about Agent For H.A.R.M.? Well, for starters it has a catchy theme song that pummels you in the opening credits. You have a spy that kind of hangs around the house for the duration of his mission, hitting on a girl who's about a third his age and protecting a scientist from several bad guys. One of them is The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. Anyway, Adam Chance puts on a cardigan, gets his tiny gun and proceeds to take care of these cretins. Along the way we are treated to bad lines, spores and Truman Capote moonlighting as a madman. At the end, Prince is dead and ninety minutes have been wasted watching Adam Chance move about the house in his sensible cardigan.