James Coburn

From its jazzy main titles to its gentle fadeout, Monsters, Inc. has something that money can't buy. It's likeable.

A delightfully old-school comic thriller and an unlikely romance that proved Grant—then in his late fifties—still had it.

To the extent that Our Man Flint works, it does so due to its tossed-off wit...and the sheer oddity of Coburn, the toothy, gangly character actor who nevertheless charms his way into stardom here with laid-back cool.

It's a shame that In Like Flint plays as such a defensive reaction to on-the-rise American feminism...in most other respects, it's a worthy-enough sequel to Our Man Flint.