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If The Monkees are QVC-peddled diamonique to The Beatles flawless diamonds, then The Phynx are plastic, made in China, children's jewelry sold in large bins at the Dollar Tree store.

This bizarre 1970 musical comedy is very obviously designed to cash in on the success of the Pre-Fab Four but it's so bad it succeeds only in falling well short of that less than ambitious goal.

The Phynx are a manufactured pop group, comprising 4 minimally talented, totally charisma-free young men, who are put together by the SSA - Super Secret Agency - with the intention of infiltrating Albania and rescuing a bunch of American celebrities who have been kidnapped by the country's communist dictator.

Are you still following me?

The Phynx is badly written, poorly acted trash that doesn't even rise to the redeeming level of kitsch. This leaden satire is less funny than the least amusing 'Saturday Night Live' sketch, and Mike Stoller and Jerry Leiber - the men who wrote 'Jailhouse Rock,''Love Me' and 'King Creole' for Elvis - should be ashamed at the musical tripe they served up for The Phynx to sing.

But still I stuck with it and the reason was the supporting cast list. The kidnapped celebrities are actual celebrities! Director Lee H.Katzin has rounded up a 1970 Who's Who of old time Hollywood stars still upright,breathing and willing to prostitute themselves for a final chance to grasp for even a tiny portion of their former fame.

Cinema's most famous Tarzan and Jane, Johnny Weissmuller and Maureen O'Sullivan are reunited for one brief scene; tiresome Bowery Boys Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hall rehash thirty seconds of their tiresome schtick; and there's blink and you'll miss 'em appearances by Joan Blondell, Dorothy Lamour, Busby Berkeley, Andy Devine, Butterfly McQueen, Rudy Vallee, Edgar Bergen, George Jessel, Ruby Keeler, Joe Louis and even KFC founder Colonel Sanders!

Their plight as fodder in this third rate production is best summed up by Warner Bros veteran Pat O'Brien, who wearily turns to Marilyn Maxwell during the final chase scene (in a turnip wagon) and says "If only I'd played the other part I'd be in Sacramento right now (as Governor of California) and Ronald Reagan would be here." It's meant as a joke but the expression on O'Brien's face and the tone of his voice suggests otherwise.

A monumental embarrassment to everyone involved, The Phynx is about as close to unwatchable as it gets without actually turning off the TV.

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Communists have kidnapped some of the most important people in the world. Specifically, the "Snatch List" of favorite personalities is: George Jessel, Dorothy Lamour, Colonel Sanders, Butterfly McQueen, Edgar Bergen, Charlie McCarthy, Xavier Cugat and Johnny Weissmuller. They are being held hostage in the Communist bloc country Albania. Naturally, this shocks the free world. As you would expect, the US secret spy group SSA (as CIA) is called into action. Of course, they ask super-computer MOTHA (or Mechanical Oracle That Helps Americans) for help. Check out her slot. The plan is to, "Form a pop musical group and get invited to Albania." They musical group "Phynx" will be trained as spies, get invited to Albania, and free the hostages...

The rock 'n' roll stars selected for spy stardom are the following quartet: bespectacled collegiate protester Dennis Larden, Native American "pansy" Ray Chippeway, handsome young jockey shorted A. Michael Miller, and "Afro-American" TV ad pitchman Lonnie Stevens. During a later orgy, Mr. Chippeway's "pansy" potential is undermined. While the group is being trained, the nasty Communists from Albania kidnap more American leaders. A TV news reporter (Rona Barrett) reveals the new victims as Maureen O'Sullivan, Pat O'Brien and Patty Andrews. Most shocking of all is the kidnapping of Busby Berkeley. Many more disappear, including boxing champion Joe Louis. As was hoped, the Phynx achieves Beatle-like status and is invited to Albania...

In a sexy subplot forwarded by Martha Raye, the Phynx and their spy managers must find pieces of a map. The map is painted on the bodies of sexually attractive young women, seen frequently in their bikinis and underwear. At one point, the Phynx lads are given rose-colored X-Ray glasses which magically show everyone in their underwear. The scenes showing random Romans in their underwear is most memorable. In one of the film's highlights, look for what the glasses reveal about the undergarments worn by Catholic nuns. Chippeway also reveals Native Americans may have been secretly Catholic. The final scenes show hostess Joan Blondell and all the important US celebrities and important people among those snatched by Communists...

If you've watched until the end of "The Phynx", you know the film is a failure. After some inviting animated opening credits and a good transition to live action, it's a slow and unfunny trip to the finish line. Produced by Bob Booker and George Foster, the movie makes a common mistake. "The Phynx" misunderstands and shows little respect for the "counterculture" it attempts to court, assuming it wanted an audience of movie viewers to line up at box offices around the country in 1970. Adding pseudo-rock music, long-hair wigs, mini-skirts and a sitar doesn't make you a hippie. As directed by Lee H. Katzin, some of the spy stuff is clever, though, especially scenes involving Lou Antonio (as Corrigan) before he's given new threads. Dick Clark was not thrilled...

In general, the soundtrack for "The Phynx" is miserable. Astonishingly, those in charge of the music are Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. The songwriter/producers' many classics include "Jailhouse Rock" (Elvis Presley) and "Stand by Me" (Ben E. King). An explanation for the substandard work may be that Leiber-Stoller specialized in the 1950s, when this assignment was for a swinging 1960s soundtrack. Of the four actors playing "The Phynx", Dennis Larden, at least, was an accomplished musician. With his group Every Mother's Son, Mr. Larden released a largely undiscovered slice of sunshiny 1960s psychedelia called "The Proper Four Leaf Clover" / "Put Your Mind at Ease" (1967). Too bad they couldn't get Phil Spector...

There are many recognizable actors, but most young moviegoers would not have known most of the acclaimed Albanian victims. For some odd reason, the "guest starring" cast is bogged down by long-forgotten celebrities. Colonel Sanders would be familiar from his "Kentucky Fried Chicken" ads, but people like Pat O'Brien weren't even on the fringes of 1970 pop culture. You won't see Greta Garbo or John Wayne, here. You do get "Bowery Boys" Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hall, appearing together for the last time. And, when Johnny Weissmuller gives Maureen O'Sullivan a final kiss, their words will ring a bell. That's right, they were "Tarzan" and "Jane". A bell would have been nice for their scenic moment. Alas, "The Phynx" is just a curious old relic.

*** The Phynx (5/6/1970) Lee H. Katzin ~ Lou Antonio, Mike Kellin, Dennis Larden, Ray Chippeway

This horrible, unfunny spy yarn trots out a gigantic assortment of celebrities in a vain attempt to add something to fill its vacuum of story and film-making. Its supposed plot concerns Michael Ansara playing a mad military general of Albania who kidnaps celebrities to give the essentially imprisoned Albanian President (George Tobias) and wife (Joan Blondell) some famous company to keep them busy. The General continually foils the efforts of a U.S. secret agency's attempts to sneak into Albania, so the agency goes to its super-computer (named M.O.T.H.A.) for guidance and is told the best means of breaking in is by recruiting a 4 man rock band, call it The Phynx, and make it so famous that the General will allow the band in to add to the celebrity load. Then the band/spy team is supposed to break those celebrities out. That's the gist of it, but there is so much more nonsense going on within this flimsy plot, yet not worth repeating since it is mostly idiotic. This film has the feel of a late 60's TV variety show skit gone horribly wrong and long. It's a lead-footed attempt at frantic satire along the lines of The Monkees, but it has almost no laughs. The four actors playing the band members are unmemorable and, indeed, remain unknown to this day. And the celebrity cast, impressive in sheer volume, gets little to do. Richard Pryor has a small bit as a cook; Dick Clark plays himself in another short bit; Clint Walker has a tiny part as a Drill Sergeant; Harold "Oddjob" Sakata does his Goldfinger bit; Ed Sullivan does one intro; Fritz Feld does his mouth-popping waiter bit; Patsy Kelly serves a donut; Colonel Sanders serves chicken (yep, they even dragged him into this fiasco); and Huntz Hall delivers one line---but it IS the key line that helps get the celebrities out of Albania. Only Martha Raye, as a doomed double-agent, shows any spark in her very short scene. In the big finale we are given an awards-show-like display of old Hollywood with the famous fossils striding into the Albanian Presidential Palace in twos and threes, announced with fanfare. Then they are seated and forced to listen to the pathetic rock n' roll banalities of the The Phynx band. A lamentable thing to behold---all those fossils trying to act entertained by such juvenile electric guitar-laden ramblings when you know they want to hear Benny Goodman, or hell, even Liberace. And the songs by famed tunesmiths Leiber and Stoller are junk, although they at least didn't attempt any psychedelic rock. Well, all I can say is that having all those celebs in one room must have led to one hell of a fun lunch for them.... but the film is no fun for any viewer. And Warner Bros. barely released it back in 1969, for good reason, and it has since vanished without a trace, also for good reason.

Hoo boy -- the only thing worse than a bad comedy is a bad comedy from the Vietnam era, especially one that was clearly made by old people who distrusted and feared the youth movement.

So on the shelf with "Skidoo" and "Smashing Time," try and stock a copy of "The Phynx," a ridiculous spy spoof featuring some very forgettable Leiber/Stoller songs (the band-in-the-movie's big hit is "What Is Your Sign?") and a whole lot of over-the-hill Hollywood notables (and Colonel Sanders!).

This movie is pretty hard to find, and it's probably just as well -- the only thing interesting about it is how obscure it is.

Hollywood tried so hard to assimilate the new hippie movement in their TV shows and movies and usually got it way wrong. so many films failed to do the "mix", SKIDOO, I LOVE YOU ALICE B. TOKLAS, etc.

The Phynx boasts a huge cast of Hollywood idols and can actually stand alone on that basis! Old stars, solo, or with their partners, are "relocated" to a huge estate, held hostage by the supposed "new" generation of entertainer...and indeed, when James Brown and 1969-70 entourage arrive, as ambassadors of the new music industry, we are impressed.

Songwriters Leiber and Stoller wrote the songs for this bizarre experiment and none are any good. That's why James Brown should have done a song or two from his own catalogue. OK, OK...................

Getting' back to those "old" stars: there are many here which justify the proverbial price of admission. I bought the DVD for the 1970 version of Gorcey and Hall. No laffs. But a gas to behold, so many years later!