This clinker bears no vestiges of intelligence. Surfing their merry way through scads of action hits, this flick's creators arrived at a brainstorm: how about James Bond revamped as a fugitive from Soul Train?
As British Intelligence follows his progress, James Brown, A.k.a. "Secret Agent Zero" (Billy Dee Williams) scrimps and saves to start his own detective agency. The course of domestic sleuthing doesn't run smooth for the former international spy because a redoubtable Russian rival named Markoff is
on his trail. With the aid of a portly resterauteur and Jerry (Sam Shamsack), a car mechanic who dabbles in crime-fighting gimmicks, Brown finally sets up his private-eye shingle. On the sidelines, Brown is helped (and occasionally hindered) by his obese son Junior (Jamie Cardriche), who's
chronically unemployed, and by British agent Alex (Amanda LeFlore), who goes undercover as a cabbie, then becomes Brown's receptionist. (Later, James discovers that the svelte undercover spy is actually his long-lost daughter.)
After being set up by his Russian nemesis to investigate an adultery case so that Brown can be targeted by snipers, the soulful sleuths protect senior citizens from muggers and dismantle a haunted house real-estate hoax started by bunco artists to acquire property cheaply. Despite attempts on his
life, Brown rebounds to break up a crack den with his son's flatulent expertise. At a garage rendezvous, Brown appears to be shot by a hit man, but as Junior and Alex try to locate documents stolen from Brown's former boss Ben (Grand Bush), Brown pops up good as new thanks to one of Jerry's
life-saving inventions. Working as a family team, they retrieve Ben's secret files, although Markoff parachutes away from their grasp.
Once debonair and sexy, former heartthrob Billy Dee Williams appears stupefied by the vulgar material. While deserving credit for wanting to make a feel-good spoof based on the concept of a crime-fighting father and son, this grade Z merriment is appallingly unfunny. Clearly the nadir of its
bottom-of-the-barrel humor is the round-up of drug-dealing crooks felled by Junior's breaking wind. As James Brown Junior lets go with a gaseous green stream, viewers may want to strangle Mel Brooks for what he started in BLAZING SADDLES. Given that that scene is only one of many lapses in taste,
and the fact that the screenplay gives way to fits of uninspired improvisation, the film has the feel of a extended skit from a raunchy cable comedy series.(Violence, profanity.)
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- Released: 1995
- Rating: NR
- Review: This clinker bears no vestiges of intelligence. Surfing their merry way through scads of action hits, this flick's creators arrived at a brainstorm: how about James Bond revamped as a fugitive from Soul Train? As British Intelligence follows his progress,… (more)