"Where The Bullets Fly" is the second of three Charles Vine movies made in the 1960s; based on the two I've seen so far (this one and "Someone's Stolen Our Russian Spy") I won't be in any hurry to track down the other one ("The Second Best Secret Agent In The Whole Wide World") anytime soon, even though it seems to be considered the best of the three by far. "Where The Bullets Fly" never takes off; it is neither funny nor exciting, although the jaunty music score tries to convince you of both. The women have nearly non-existent roles, and as for Charles Vine himself, he is such a smarmy character that he makes Derek Flint look like Harry Palmer. *1/2 out of 4.
Review of Where the Bullets Fly
