mcelhaney I'll have to admit that I'm a bit biased since the only way I've seen this film was when it was on Mystery Science Theater 3000. So at least I had two robots and Mike help me get through it.Basically, in a world consisting of eight people tops, our "hero" must find and protect a scientist who has created a deadly form of "spores". A group of four bad guys have apparently stolen the formula and our "hero" must stop them. Oh yea, the scientist has a very hot niece who is also part of the bad guys, but don't worry, I haven't given away a thing.There are a lot of problems with this film, foremost of which is the casting of Peter Mark Richmond in the lead. While he's a decent character actor, he's at his best playing either bad guys or know-it-all scientists. As a "super spy", he's waaay too smarmy for the role and becomes very unlikable in the final scene with the niece. Also Wendell Corey, once a respectable actor, was at the end of his career and the effects of alcoholism really show with his slurred speeches. About the only interesting thing in this very boring film is Corey's secretary who possesses one very long thumb (as pointed out on MST3K).Perhaps the main problem is how unimaginative the entire plot is. Not to mention that the method of protecting the scientists results in the "hero" killing off the bad guys in an almost sadistic manner (wiring a TV set to a doorknob for example, what if the paperboy tried that doorknob?).Unless you see two robots and a Mike in the corner, I would suggest avoiding this film at all cost.

zmaturin Let's say you're a refugee scientist from some foreigny country, hiding in Southern California working on antidote to some killer spore virus that's going to be sprayed on America's crops, to be baked into apple pies. Would you let a smug, fifty-ish, cardigan-wearing, skill-less "secret agent" into your home, to sleep next to you and your sexy, sexy, sexy neice? I wouldn't.Anyway, Peter Mark Richman, who you may remember from "Friday the 13th part VIII: Jason Takes Manhatten", IS Adam Chance, Agent for H.A.R.M. He answers to one- except Wendell Corey, as the head of H.A.R.M. Here, Wendell is as drunk as he was in "Women of the Prehistoric Planet" but not as drunk as he was in "Astro-Zombies". Enjoy!

Rosabel Another triumph for MST3K (how do they manage to FIND these lousy movies?), as they make succotash of this lame-brained spy flick. The main character, Adam Chance, smirks and swaggers throughout with what is supposed to be dangerous charm. Considering his age (and the bots point out several times that he must be wearing a girdle) the result is painfully embarrassing, especially when two nubile cuties keep falling into his arms - ugh! The storyline is disjointed and confusing; and Russian scientist who has defected seems always to be in deadly peril, but he manages to escape the villains by - not being home when they come to call. Wow, those secret agents sure do earn their paycheck, don't they? The villains are unbelievably obvious, especially the "boss", who telegraphs his anti-democratic bona fides by mincing around effetely, smoking a cigarette in a long holder, and making his telephone calls on an antique candlestick phone! How unAmerican can you get?In the end, the story just sort of peters out. The scientist has created an antidote against a deadly flesh-eating disease, but when he tries to use it on himself, the antidote doesn't work and he dies. The excuses for this failure are meandering and lame - maybe the change of pressure when he was brought to the hospital in a plane affected the antidote, maybe there never was an antidote...who knows? So the whole secret agent mission was a complete failure, and the world is still at risk. Thank goodness this never became a series, with the viewers watching the free world being failed by its most fearsome line of defence every week.

bat-5 What can you say about Agent For H.A.R.M.? Well, for starters it has a catchy theme song that pummels you in the opening credits. You have a spy that kind of hangs around the house for the duration of his mission, hitting on a girl who's about a third his age and protecting a scientist from several bad guys. One of them is The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. Anyway, Adam Chance puts on a cardigan, gets his tiny gun and proceeds to take care of these cretins. Along the way we are treated to bad lines, spores and Truman Capote moonlighting as a madman. At the end, Prince is dead and ninety minutes have been wasted watching Adam Chance move about the house in his sensible cardigan.