Modesty Blaise, based loosely on the adventures of a British comic-strip heroine, presumably intends to poke fun at the James Bond school of chic, sexy savagery. The damage done to the chosen target is negligible, but this parroty parody adds up to a near disaster. Assuming a knowing superiority over its prototypes, Modesty is less a spoof than a limp-wristed kind of fairy tale, witlessly cluttered up with homosexual malice, artsy gift-shop decor, and the same old gaggy gadgetry on which the Bondsmen have patents pending.
Apparently baffled or bemused by her first English-speaking...
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