Some Girls Do (1969)

Some Girls Do is the kind of swinging ’60s spy caper that feels like a glossy cocktail of James Bond swagger, playful sci-fi, and breezy British wit—complete with a supersonic airliner, sabotage that keeps escalating, and a hero who seems to smirk his way through danger. Ralph Thomas keeps the pace light on its feet, letting the action and gadgetry pop while the movie’s real pleasure comes from its cheeky tone and the stylish cat-and-mouse between Richard Johnson’s Bulldog Drummond and a pair of memorably cool, glamorous adversaries. It’s not a gritty thriller and it doesn’t pretend to be; the fun is in the colorful absurdity, the confident charm, and the sense that every set piece is winking at you. If you enjoy vintage Euro-spy movies where the stakes are real but the vibe stays buoyant, this one is an easy, entertaining watch.

Some Girls Do is trying to cash in on the late-’60s spy craze with breezy gadgetry, glamorous villains, and a knowingly silly “supersonic jet sabotage” plot that leans into camp. The problem is the comedy and intrigue rarely click into anything sharp, so it can feel like a muddled, low-stakes Bond knockoff where scenes drift more than they build. If you’re expecting tight action, clever parody, or a worthy use of the Bulldog Drummond name, this will likely test your patience. Still, if you enjoy colorful period kitsch, mild peril, and the novelty of robot-assassin absurdity played straight, it can be a harmless time capsule.