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This sequel for the 1966 trash classic "Deadlier than the male" is quite a disappointment compared with the original spy movie. There are good bad movies and there are bad bad movies. This one's medium bad. The film has a great storyline (in exploitation terms), but suffers from being quite unfunny and kind of lustless in acting and directing. If you expect something like an "Austin Powers" flick back from the original sixties, you will be disappointed. The production design and the costumes are uninspired and look as if they'd belong to a cheap british early-seventies TV series. Even those female robots have a boring look and could have been designed much, much spicier. The movie lacks highlights like the great Robert Morley's hammy appearances, provided only in the first half of the movie. And this first half is a bore, anyway, especially due to the unfunny comic relief of Drummond's sidekick. The second half runs better, with more action and more funny scenes in it. The best scenes belong to Daliah Lavi as the bad girl, while pretty Sydne Rome (as the good girl) is absolutely colorless. Poor production, poor fun -at least in this case. Watching this movie is not a complete waste of time, but it comes close to that. So you are recommended to watch "deadlier than the male" for a third time instead.

A series of unexplainable accidents befall the people and companies responsible for developing the world's first supersonic airliner (SST1).

Bulldog Drummond ( Richard Johnson) is sent to investigate and, with the help of Peregrine Carruthers, uncovers a plot masterminded by Carl Petersen (James Villier) who stands to gain eight million pounds if the aircraft is not ready by a certain date. To help him sabotage the SST1 project by means of "infrasound" (extreme low frequency sound waves) which can be directed at people or objects with devastating results are a number of "robots" (actually rather beautiful girls with "electronic brains").

Some Girls Do, was Richard Johnson's second outing as Hugh Drummond and, though he lacks a little charm than in the first one, I just loved his "Britishness",, his coolness amidst the wacky and outlandish things around him. I actually found this one more entertaining than Deadlier than the Male - ok, the plot just stumbles on to the next event and things aren't so clear, and it's not perfect, but its vibrancy, the nice locations, some impressive sequences of speedboating and the hand gliding as well as the bevy of beauties such as Joanna Lumley, the sparky Adrienne Posta, Virginia North, and Sydney Rome and Dahlia Lavi make this rather fun.

Another unique feature is that the villain here hasn't got a squad of lard-brained henchmen as usually found in this sort of film, but he has women to do his dirty work. To be more accurate, fembots!! Well, it's the 1960's- shades of Avengers. Like these wacky concepts. Didn't the last Bond film have DNA-targeting nanobot bioweapon). Unlike that film, which took its self way seriously with a sour-faced Putin lookalike as Bond, Some Girls Do revels in its outlandish with a tongue-in-cheekiness and doesn't try to be anything but a feel good escapist fare.

Campier, less successful sequel to DEADLIER THAN THE MALE (1967) – basically the only department where this surpasses the original is in the title track! Incidentally, it makes no attempt to be a direct continuation of the earlier film – with, for instance, the figures of the boss and his secretary nowhere to be seen: in fact, here Bulldog Drummond (a returning but not-as-effective Richard Johnson) seems to have gone up in the world as he now has a female assistant of his own and, when we first see him, he is sun-bathing (and ditching a host of Hungarian girls!?) in the company of a debuting Sydne Rome.

The latter's amiably klutzy character recalls those played by Stella Stevens and Sharon Tate in the first and fourth entries in the comparable and contemporaneous "Matt Helm" series with Dean Martin. Indeed, the whole film seems to be closer to the spoofy spirit of that franchise (attributable perhaps to the fact that Hammer's Jimmy Sangster did not collaborate to the script this time around) – which, unlike the Drummond duo, had copied the gadget-craze that were a fixture of the prototypical James Bond extravaganzas.

More illogically, not only does the supposedly-dead arch-criminal Carl Peterson turn up again here (albeit played by a different, younger actor i.e. James Villiers) but the two do not even recognize one another immediately (besides, Peterson had merely dual identities in the first film whereas he has three here and is a master of disguise besides!). That said, it does attempt to duplicate elements that had worked first time out, namely Peterson's two principal hench-girls working as a team, except that Daliah Lavi (who had appeared in the first and best Matt Helm adventure THE SILENCERS {1966}) and Beba Loncar are not nearly as intriguing as Elke Sommer and Sylva Koscina and, what is more, there is little chemistry between them!

Perhaps realizing this, the script singled out not one but two other girls to share the spotlight with them (by the way, most of Peterson's girls are actually robots – which raises uncomfortable parallels to Mario Bava's dispiriting DR. GOLDFOOT AND THE GIRL BOMB {1966]): one is Yutte Stensgard (soon to take the leading role in Hammer's maligned – and Sangster-directed – LUST FOR A VAMPIRE {1971}) and Vanessa Howard (who more or less duplicates the Suzanna Leigh role from the first film, in that she improbably hitches up with the hero at the finale)…with Rome (who proves no nitwit but rather a triple agent!) going all of a sudden for Drummond's comic-relief partner (describing his car as "positively psychedelic" and eliciting a "Cool, baby!" response from Drummond at a party!). By the way, Robert Morley also puts in an irrelevant cameo as a flamboyant cooking instructing named "Miss Mary" (complete with golden earring)!

The 'McGuffin' in this case is a supersonic plane, whose infra-sound is capable of killing but also accelerates the movement of, say, a speed-boat during a race – big deal! Drummond, in fact, is made to fly one but subsequently has to bail out (after an attack by another aircraft!) – only to find the rip-cord of his parachute had also been pulled beforehand! As for the climax, in spite of all the ongoing action at the villain's fortress (which again includes a couple of non-entities for male underlings), Peterson's come-uppance is down to that infallible – and completely baffling – in-built self-destructing switch in his unwieldy controlling device!

This movie should not be mistaken as a budget imitation of a James Bond film, as it possesses it's own distinctive characteristics. Yet, for it's time (1969) it is just as adventurous and entertaining with Richard Johnson performing the role of (Bulldog) Hugh Drummond, similar to your James Bond Secret agent, but with a touch of humour and to some extent, a bit of sarcasm. Like Bond, Drummond is well skilled, serious and intelligent and is out to investigate what is behind a series of murders disguised as accidents, that are carried out by what appears to be beautiful young women (hence it's title Some Girls Do). Robert Morley performs the part of Miss Mary and is later found dead after having given classes to potential chef students in perfecting the art of cracking eggs open into a bowl.

Drummond is also targeted when flying a glider and is meant to crash down when his parachute has been tampered with by the beautiful robotic women who watch from below, but manages to skillfully and successfully release open the parachute, landing down safely as if nothing had happened.. A fine performance by Sydney Rome as the typical James Bond type girl, but Drummond is not at all fooled by her pampering and charming behaviour, as he is very intelligent in sensing her motives.. She does play the bimbo but is very cunning, as most Bond style girls are.

In a nutshell I did enjoy this movie and am not surprised that any criticisms are really more to do with it's comparisons to modern released movies. However, I am very surprised that the character of Bulldog Drummond was not pursued in later years like with remakes of `A Thomas Crown Affair', `The Avengers', `The Saint' etc. I believe that the character of `Bulldog' Drummond could have been further modernized and made into a big hit in the late 1970's upto the 1990's with newer adventures, as it had all the charm and character of serving action/adventure style movies, but on a larger scale. I would have kept one foot in the 1960's and another one in the 1990's keeping that style in an evergreen sense.

If you don't think that this incarnation of Bulldog Drummond is very much like the many older ones (starring the likes of Ronald Colman, Ron Randall or John Howard, then you are right! Instead of being a man of adventure that gets sucked into solving crimes, Dick Johnson's version of Drummond is much more like a James Bond character--fighting and bedding very sexy ladies and trying to stop some big baddie who is bent on international wickedness instead of just murder or robbery. It's best just to forget about the earlier Drummonds and treat this one like an all-new character.

During the course of the film, various acts of sabotage are made on the SST-1 project (the 'SST' was an early name for what became the Concord project in the UK and France). In each case, a pretty woman is behind the attack. If this sounds a bit familiar, this is because it's much like the plot of Johnson's other Drummond flick, "Deadlier Than a Male". However, Drummond is not alone in investigating the sabotage- -a kooky and sexy lady assistant (similar to Britt Ekland in "The Man With the Golden Gun") is there as well. Also WHY and HOW these ladies work are a bit different from the previous film...as they are robotic in their actions and loyalty.

While this film is a decent spy-type film, it's less original than the last. Additionally, the film relies on two bad clichés ALSO found in the last film--the megalomaniac baddie who, instead of just killing Drummond, keeps him around supposedly to give him a chance to kill him AND all women (even robotic ones) find Drummond so sexy that they cannot control themselves. It's a shame, as the film is pretty good otherwise. All this plus the robotic aspect make this one far, far inferior than Johnson's prior effort.

After several murders of key personnel involved in the making of a supersonic airliner called the SST1, "Hugh Drummond" (Richard Johnson) is sent to investigate who the mastermind is behind them. However, his investigation puts him directly in the cross-hairs of two attractive but deadly female assassins named "Pandora" (Beba Loncar) and "Helga" (Daliah Lavi) who are both very good at their jobs. Fortunately-or unfortunately, as the case may be-he has a rather inept assistant by the name of "Flicky" (Sydne Rome) to help him out. Now, rather than reveal any more of this movie and risk spoiling it for those who haven't seen it, I will just say that this film is essentially a remake of the movie "Deadlier Than the Male," which was produced only two years earlier. Obviously, this isn't the first time a film has been remade, but the major problem, as I see it, is the fact that it was remade so quickly after the first film and had very little to offer in addition to it. To be sure, there were a number of attractive young ladies to be found all through the movie, but other than the aforementioned Daliah Lavi, and to a lesser extent, Sydne Rome, none of them really stood out in my opinion. In short, this was an okay James Bond clone, but it wasn't nearly as good as "Deadlier Than the Male," and I have rated it accordingly. Average.

MASTER PLAN: utilize female robots and a sonic weapon. Some do satisfy you and they do mystify you, there's no doubt about it. This follow-up to the James Bond-type thriller "Deadlier Than the Male" features the return of investigator Hugh Drummond, as played by Richard Johnson, who can pass for Sean Connery's brother from certain angles. It's safe to say, even, that Johnson would have made a pretty good James Bond in the sixties, though Connery is hard to beat. The plot and tone of this one seems to copy certain aspects of the previous Drummond adventure, especially the sight of two smiling femme fatales carrying out their assassinations in a good-natured manner. Like the previous entry, Drummond is also saddled with a silly sidekick here (it was his younger nephew in the last one). As seems to be the doom of many an action spy series, the succeeding entries in a film series always succumb to the more banal and camp ingredients, as if the filmmakers have to shy away from making things too serious and make it more fun (Bond survived this, but others did not). Drummond is portrayed in pretty much the same manner as before, but everyone else is caught up in the campy phase of the later sixties. Of course, nothing can surpass the hammy performance of Morley in a brief role.

The first half of this escapist thriller sort of plods along, with the highlight being a tepid sequence of Drummond falling from a small airplane/glider with an apparently malfunctioning parachute. A lot of it is standard detective stuff, with the main femme fatale (Lavi, she of "The Silencers" and "Casino Royale" Bond spoofs) offering some intrigue. But then, we and Drummond shift to the island base/lair of the main villain (Villiers) and his private army, composed mostly of female robots. This abruptly shifts everything into high camp mode and I was never clear on the purpose of these programmed babes (even though Drummond asks this very question at one point and gets some vague answer). I was also never sure whether these were real females with robotic brains or just plain robots; in one scene, the head of one of these females catches fire and there's no sign of damage after the flame is extinguished. Eh? Still, it's kind of entertaining, in that lopsided fashion, and Johnson as the maverick agent is still very good in the role. The last half reminded me of the 'Flint' duo of Bond spoofs, especially "In Like Flint." There's a bit of a twist at the climax, but it's fairly meaningless and arbitrary. And, the title song, also sung at the end, is terrific, outdoing the previous entry. Johnson as Drummond would not return, though there was a spoof of a spoof, "Bullshot," in 1982 or '83. Hero:8 Villain:6 Femme Fatales:7 Henchmen:5 Fights:6 Stunts/Chases:5 Gadgets:5 Auto:6 Locations:6 Pace:6 overall:6

This is the twenty-fourth Bulldog Drummond film, and the last purporting to be even remotely serious, as the final Drummond film, 'Bullshot', was to be a complete spoof. But of course this one is not serious. It is cornier than an ethanol refinery, and raises inanity to the height of the ionosphere (like the SST-1 in the film perhaps), or should I say I-wanna- sphere, as in 'I wanna be sick'. Everyone's tongue is so far into his or her cheek in this film that they all have holes in their faces. Betty Box, this time without her brother Syndey Box with whom she co-produced the predecessor to this bit of fluff, 'Deadlier than the Male' (slightly less fluffy, but equally inane), here returns with her final offering of a pseudo-James Bond film using the name, and no more, of Hugh Drummond, and the name, and no more, of Drummond's villain nemesis Carl Peterson. Peterson is played here by James Villiers, trying as hard as he can to be deeply villainous but unable to convince. For those of us who knew James, who was so witty and fun-loving, the idea of his being a villain was ludicrous. Wrong choice! Daliah Lavi is the lead villainess. She was in so many films in the sixties, and had been in the Bond film 'Casino Royale', but I never understood her appeal. She must have put a spell of producers or directors somehow, but she never managed to be truly sexy, despite all the absurd hype about her and her feline movements as 'one desired'. The fact that she couldn't act is irrelevant, as she was not required to. Joanna Lumley got her first film part in this picture, but was uncredited. She has made up for that later! This film has an absurd plot, which goes so far beyond pastiche that - well, I did say how high the inanity went, didn't I? James has got all these girls in short skirts who are robots, you see, 'under my complete control' as he boasts, who kill on command, and when they are not needed, he or Daliah Lavi presses a button in the neck of the girl and she goes to sleep. They also have libidinous capacities, so we are led to believe. How Betty Box, a woman, could produce a film pandering in such extreme measure to the most ridiculous male fantasies of the pliant woman (one you can turn on or off, every hectored man's dream??) is beyond my comprehension. As for Ralph Thomas, the director, there are no words. Once again, as in the earlier film two years before, we have babes in bikinis toting machine guns, killing people while saying 'poor little man' and smirking and simpering and wiggling their busts. The sixties eye makeup, the bouffant hairdos, the wigs, the eyelashes, my God. I'm a Bulldog Drummond viewer, get me out of here!

Three years after 'Deadlier Than The Male', Richard Johnson was back as Hugh 'Bulldog' Drummond, this time investigating mysterious sabotage incidents involving the S.S.T.-1, Britain's newest supersonic airliner. The 'Matt Helm' and 'Derek Flint' sequels disappointed, but nobody who enjoyed 'Deadlier' can fail to appreciate this. The same ingredients ( beautiful girls, gadgets, nice location filming, fast-moving action ) are here, but with a dash more humour. Its all so over the top its practically orbiting Saturn. Charles Blackwell's score catches the right mood of '60's kitsch, the opening theme song is a knockout! Tightly edited, the film moves so fast you don't have time to dwell on its absurdities. Daliah Lavi and Beba Loncar head a long line of luscious babes, including a young Joanna Lumley, and the delectable Adrienne Posta! Nigel Green isn't around to reprise baddie Carl Petersen, alas, but James Villiers is not too bad. Robert Morley is delightful as the eccentric cookery teacher 'Miss Mary'!

Silly spy caper and the last in what was an erratic franchise. Richard Johnson plays Hugh 'Bulldog' Drummond, an upmarket Bond looking well past his sell-by date. A Dr Evil is killing the scientists working on 'infra- sound' - low frequency waves that can 'kill life very quickly", so if you were wondering where dub reggae came from…The assassins turn out to be killer robots, extremely well disguised as bathing suit babes. This is entirely realistic and on no account should be interpreted as a distraction from the totally lame story. Daliah Lavi is there amongst the cyborgs and lower down the order there's a certain Joanna Lumley credited as 'Robot on a suicide mission', just like the director.

If you are tired of all the Politically Correct "no fun" offerings that Hollywood dishes out these days and yearn for some good clean fun from a bygone era when "Womyn" were just happy to be "Chicks" and men were having fun like no tomorrow (their grins say it all, lucky bastards!;-), and would like to indulge in an escapist fantasy with some naughtiness to it on a guys' night in, then you may find this film quite enjoyable. Besides which guy doesn't like watching "hot chicks" in short minis being seduced with kisses that turn their heads, even if they are robot "chicks"? This is obviously from the era when Jim Kirk was doing the same to exotically dressed "Hot Chicks" on TV in the original Star Trek series, and this film doesn't do such a bad job with the same naughtiness factor to it.

And if you like this one then try its predecessor film. The "Chicks" in these two films put todays' sour looking super-models and centerfolds to shame. The Movie industry just doesn't have the same level of beauty in their female actors anymore as they try to relate too much to a female audience to the great disappointment of the male audience.

If like me you fall asleep during chick flicks and would love to watch a movie made just for guys then enjoy this one.

Having watched - and enjoyed - DEADLIER THAN THE MALE, I was keen to see the sequel, SOME GIRLS DO. Big mistake. In the first film, I thought Richard Johnson was pretty colourless ... but here he is even worse. No charisma, awful hair which looks like a dirty toupee, gappy teeth, and zero personality. Whereas MALE had the joyous coupling of Elke Sommer and Sylva Koscina as the prime murderesses, here we have Daliah Lavi, who looks good but simply doesn't work, and the dire Beba Loncar (how did she ever get a job?). And nobody in the supporting cast is any good either, even talented and usually reliable stars such as Adrienne Posta, Robert Morley and James Villiers - a pale version of villain Peterson compared to Nigel Green in MALE. Other than the title song, NOTHING in this film is any good. One wonders why the producers and director didn't look at the dailies and realise something was very wrong. One final whinge/query ... why was Virginia North brought back from the original film, but playing a different role? She must have had someone boosting her, as her small and indifferently played role in MALE warranted her special billing, and her minor role in SOME GIRLS likewise got her a good credit in the trailer, and several unnecessary (and badly edited-in) closeups. Unsurprisingly her career soon fizzled, but it would be interesting to know who decided she should be launched in the first place.

Having revived the Bulldog Drummond character in Deadlier Than the Male, Rank made a further film Some Girls Do. It basically follows the plot of the first film, however where that, though at best mediocre was not unwatchable, this is unspeakably, mind-numbingly bad. Absolutely excruciating.

Richard Johnson returns as Bulldog Drummond and gives another impressively "Bond-esque" performance. Apparently true blue BD fans don't like this very 1960s incarnation of the character, personally I don't have much BD experience myself, I've only seen the Ronald Coleman and Ray Milland versions, where the character appears to be in a similar vein to the Saint, i.e. A man who just naturally seems to attract adventure and intrigue like a magnet, while also very much reflecting the personality traits of the two actors playing the part. According to Wikipedia, "Ian Fleming stated that James Bond was "Sapper (i.e. BD) from the waist up and Mickey Spillane below". Close enough for me then.

It's another polished production, perhaps the budget might even be higher this time around, but, if so, they didn't invest any of it in the script, which largely recycles the plot of "Deadlier Than The Male".

As per DTTM, a duo of femme fatales are wreaking havoc, murdering business men (or engineers or professors etc.), blowing up factories and bringing down jet planes, in colourful ways which are intended to be amusing and / or exciting. As usual one is aggressive and dominating (Dahlia Lavi instead of Elke Sommer) while the other is eccentric and quirky (Bebar Loncar instead of Sylva Koscinar).

They are also assisted by a bevy of additional, but more expendable, beauties, including the now beloved Joanna Lumley, who makes a brief appearance before sadly being blown up in a suicide mission (the girls are subject to mind control, as is so often the case in Spy Spoofs).

Nemesis villain Carl Peterson is behind it all again, but unfortunately it seems Nigel Green was not available, so we have make do with James Villiers, who is nowhere near as convincingly menacing as Nigel was. He adopts various disguises at times, but his unusual height makes them unconvincing and a bit silly.

Like DTTM the scene of the action eventually shifts from England to some suitably attractive Mediterranean coastal locations, this time the villain's lair is located in an impressive modernist hotel on a clifftop (instead of an impressive ancient castle on a clifftop), which is portrayed as being a private island, and is also equipped with a submarine pen style cave, complete with sliding vertical entrance door.

Richard's comic sidekick for the first half of the film is a cute female played by Sydne Rome, rather than a nephew, and later, when Sydne's roll changes from comic relief to something more significant, Ronnie Steven's takes her place in performing that function.

Richard drove a Bentley in DTTM (as Book-Bond did) this time around he gets to drive an Aston Martin (like Connery-Bond). He also gets to para glide behind a fizz boat (but using a hand glider rather than a parachute, as would be customary today), fly a glider (via the magic of back projection), make an emergency parachute jump and race a high powered speed boat, so this edition is definitely a step up from DTTM in regard to "glamorous" action. The special effects are well dodgy by today's standards, but superior to most Eurospys and on a par with much of what we see in the older Bond movies.

In a change of pace Richard gets to bed evil Dahlia Lavi twice (one area where her counterpart Elke Sommer failed miserably in DTTM) and ends up with hench-girl Vanessa Howard, so he maintains his average of 2 per movie.

The sound track is very good, possibly even better than DTTM.

Putting aside my usual gripe, of not liking Spy Spoofs, as much as I can, the only thing I really hated about the film was Robert Morley and his silly cooking school scenes. The first time I watched the film I almost gave up on it right then and there. Even so it spoiled my enjoyment of the rest of the movie, and coloured my opinion of it afterwards. However forewarned is forearmed, so this time I managed to get over it and enjoy the rest of the film for what it is. Fortunately Morley's character is killed off quickly.

I also found the assassination of the old professor got too silly for my taste and I could also do without the Duke of Wellington costume that James Villiers wears in one scene.

Overall though, along with the James Coburn "Flint" films and "Fathom" with Rachel Welch, I rate these Richard Johnson films as the most enjoyable 1960s Spy Spoofs I have seen, while still being light years short of being as funny as a good episode of "Get Smart".

Sequel to the reasonable "Deadliest of the species", featuring the return of Richard Johnson as Hugh "Bulldog" Drummond. The sequel fails to come up to even the varying standards of the original, and feels long and laborious. More stunts, more girls and an even more exotic location fail to boost this flagging film, which begins to feel very tired rather too early on, and its' plot less run-around nature soon becomes tedious. Cashing in on the success of Bondmania, this film failed to even show any understanding of what it was trying to copy in a film which features Robert Morley as a camp cookery teacher, called "Miss Mary", Johnson giving love-making lessons to a female robot, an embarrassing Bond-wannabe, played by Ronnie Stevens, a carbon-copy villain with a Napoleon complex, and a lot of embarrassing stuff you just wish would end mercifully soon. The weapon of the day is an ultra-sonic device, which shatters glass and eardrums, and provides the film's climax with a lot of bang, but only after enduring a lot of pseudo-science on the subject. Notable for featuring an early appearance by Joanna Lumley in the pre/during credits sequence.

PROS; -A few airborne stunts look nice, and are mildly suspenseful.

-Some nice scenery; the villains' base is particularly aesthetically pleasing

-Ronnie Stevens is endearing in a terrible part

-Daliah Lavi is a strong presence, as the film's central villainess

CONS; -Richard Johnson looks tired, and can't act his way out of a bad part in a derivative film

-The theme song is among the worst ever-penned, and is written buy should-have-known-better John Barry collaborator Don Black

-No pace, no atmosphere, drive, plot or excitement really in any scene

– the film is virtually dead, and merely exists to show women in bikinis and a lot of embarrassing gags

-Drummond is not a real character, merely a Bond-clone, with no personality or interesting characteristics

-A weak, overlong boat race/chase sequence

-Robert Morley in a hugely embarrassing role for a good, if somewhat limited actor

-Many of the main women in this film look very similar, and its' hard to tell some of them apart

-Actually, virtually everything; it's not a good film

Some Girls Do is a British comedy/spy film starring Richard Johnson as Hugh "Bulldog" Drummond, a debonair secret agent posing as an insurance adjuster, who is called in to investigate the sabotage of a new supersonic airliner and a potential £8 million payout.

The movie also stars Robert Morley, Sydne Rome, James Villiers, and Florence Desmond. Joanna Lumley is in an uncredited role as Robert #2.

Some Girls Do is a spoof of the James Bond films, and it features many of the same elements, including high-tech gizmos, in this case infra-sound weapons; exotic locations; beautiful women (mostly fem bots!); and action sequences. Unfortunately the gags are pretty lame, and the action, even by 1969 standards, is a bit of a snooze. The locations on Spain's Costa Brava are boring. They look like a generic 1960s Mediterranean resort area. It is not entirely clear how the fem-bots came into being. There is some hint of surgery, which would be pretty gruesome and not very funny.

On the plus side, Johnson is well cast as Drummond. He delivers a witty and charming performance with an accent even more posh than Sean Connery. Morley is also excellent as Miss Mary, Drummond's eccentric, obviously gay, butler. He is an undercover agent posing as a culinary instructor. He's one of the few sources of real laughter. Rome plays Flicky, a Bondian seductress and triple agent who exudes a sort of silly sexuality. Desmond, in her last film role, is credible as an aging, ex-pat society host who is also a spy. The best performance is from Villers, who plays the villain, Petersen (odd name for a bad guy) to the hilt. He looks especially mad in his Duke of Wellington outfit.

But none of it really comes together. The really good laughs are few and far between. The action sequences (a glider sabotage, a speed boat race) do not produce much adrenaline. Special effects are so-so. The photography is meh. The musical score - always fun in a Bond film - is forgettable. It's a bland, paint-by-the-numbers Bond spoof.

So a great set-up. Fun cast. But a major miss on entertainment value.

I really like the first Johnston Bulldog Drummond film Deadlier Than The Male but this is a much less interesting watch.

I think by the time this was made the spy craze must have been ending.

This film reminds me of the dafter episodes of The Avengers tv series and Man From Uncle.

It is interesting in that it influenced the Mike Myers spy films but not interesting enough I think.

The cast is not as good as the first film but frankly the female cast are very pretty but their parts are not as well written.

Even though the comparisons with James Bond are inevitable, I don't think they are fair. I enjoy the Bond movies and however similar, the two Hugh Drummond films from the 60s have their own, unique style. They're played a little more for humor and lack some of the big budget special effects. But fans of the better known Bond films should find something to enjoy in either of the lesser known films Deadlier Than the Male or Some Girls Do.

I can just about sum up what I like about Some Girls Do by using what I wrote for Deadlier Than the Male as a guide. However, if push comes to shove, I actually prefer Some Girls Do to the first film in the series. The 60s feel, Richard Johnson's Drummond, the villainous James Villers, scenes stealers like Ronnie Stevens and Robert Morley, terrific locations, and the implausible yet wonderful gadgets and traps, including a small army of female automatons, are all a delight. As with the first movie, my absolute favorite moments are those with the two female killers. Daliah Lavi and Beba Loncar make the movie worth checking out just to see them. Lavi, in particular, is one of those women that seem to have only existed in the 60s that I enjoy watching so much.

It's too bad they only made two of these films. I would have liked to see this series continued.

Richard Johnson does well again as an updated Bulldog Drummond in this intentionally absurd caper. As usual he is fortunate in being up against regular foe Carl Peterson, surely the world's most inept diabolical mastermind, who follows his customary course of ineffectual attempts at murder before inviting Drummond to a slap-up feast and proceeding to outline his current schemes. With this one he hopes to net an incredible eight million pounds, hardly enough to buy a Premier League second-string goalkeeper today. And of course there are the glamorous 'girls', not least the delectable Daliah Lavi. The most surprising feature is the frequently slapdash way the film has been put together. Drummond is framed holding a dead agent (veteran Florence Desmond) together with the weapon that killed her at one point, then it cuts to him in a power boat with no further explanation. Robert Morley's 'Miss Mary' serves little purpose except as a rather self-conscious exercise in kitsch. Overall though, plenty of fun for fans of the genre.

Just how many Bond spoofs were there in the 60s anyway? Flynt, Helm, Drummond. Were there more?

Here's the problem. The bona fide Bond films were campy garbage in the first place - with the exception of From Russia With Love (1963). Since there is no way to successfully spoof a spoof, every movie that attempted it comes across as painfully un-funny. When combined with lesser budgets, lesser stars, and lesser stunts, they are a real chore.

The only area where the spoofs can hold a candle to the Albert Broccoli Bonds would be the stories. Whatever the original Ian Fleming novels had going for them, the Bond plots as filmed were ridiculous. So at least Some Girls Do keeps it real: subterfuge surrounding the world's first supersonic jetliner.

Richard Johnson does fine as the lead, Bulldog Drummond. The women are at least a beautiful as any Bond girls.

There are worse ways to spend 90 minutes. Just don't expect it to make a lasting impression.