This melodramatic mess of a spy movie is over-the-top in every way, although Peter Mark Richman, maybe best known as the attorney for John Forsythe in the first two seasons of "Dynasty", isn't really bad, just perhaps not as suave as one would like. He's assigned by boss Wendell Corey (whose eyes are as hollow as his performance) as much as you do to prevent enemy agent Martin Kosleck (still up to no good twenty years after the end of World War II) from utilizing a substance found on a meteor that landed in Russia from being used for biological warfare. Apparently, start with this substance, it can eat the body from within, turning a human being into fungus.
Had this been made tongue in cheek with a song a la of "The Blob", it could have been an interesting science fiction thriller with spy elements, but no. Richmond spends more time running from people trying to kill him him he later goes out of his way to convince that they need each other, and he ends up involved with double agent Barbara Boucet whom you are never quite sure whose side she is on. Carl Esmond and Rafael Campos are also involved in this mess, but fortunately, they are only on screen briefly so they do not have to suffer. The dialogue is laughably clinched and the pace, although frantic, is often stuck by the fact that it takes itself far too seriously. This is evidence that sometimes, the swinging 60's swing so much that it fell off the planet and got sucked into the black hole of stupidity.
Had this been made tongue in cheek with a song a la of "The Blob", it could have been an interesting science fiction thriller with spy elements, but no. Richmond spends more time running from people trying to kill him him he later goes out of his way to convince that they need each other, and he ends up involved with double agent Barbara Boucet whom you are never quite sure whose side she is on. Carl Esmond and Rafael Campos are also involved in this mess, but fortunately, they are only on screen briefly so they do not have to suffer. The dialogue is laughably clinched and the pace, although frantic, is often stuck by the fact that it takes itself far too seriously. This is evidence that sometimes, the swinging 60's swing so much that it fell off the planet and got sucked into the black hole of stupidity.