all solid objects can be destroyed by the proper pitch
In Like Flint (1967), dir. Gordon Douglas
For all I knew our very first introduction to our American man Mr. Flint, is poolside in a tight white sweater workshoppin' his dolphin speak. Nothing comes as a shock in the film not necessarily because of some arbitrary predictability scale but because all of our schemes and all of our tools to combat them are introduced right from the starting line in some fractured version of the whole.
You know he's gonna use a dolphin to his advantage at some point and when it finally comes, you cheer! Hip hip!
The lesson here is to never accept a hand rolled cigarette from an enchanting temptress.
Nineteen sixty-seven babie!!
Just some good lookin' tech
Imagine this face uhhhhhh..
Is that a Juul
I just...really love the big mouthed wet monkey man.
Their attempt to satirize the hunky chauvinist falls a little short when they slip into like..an actual blatant aversion to second wave feminism but they tried, they did their best, and I refuse to critique a pretty piddling movie for the nuance of its politics. Hey look at Flint as a ballerina!

No one's asking us to take it seriously! It's campy and fun. Flint's got a mind like a steel trap, he fucks, he fights, builds model airplanes, reads Architecture Digest, and can mosey his way onto a billion dollar rocket -- the man knows how to live!
Oh boy what a hoot ! A riot even !
Me at minute 56.
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