Spies Strike Silently stars Lang Jeffries as secret agent Mike Drum, an American working for the British Secret Service. “Probably thinks he’s James Bond,” whispers one civil servant to another haughtily, dreading Drum’s impending arrival on the scene. Don’t let that sly bit of scripting cloud your mind, though: Mike Drum is not James Bond. Imbued with all the qualities of actor Lang Jeffries, he’s handsome and suave–even kind of likeable when he needs to be–and good in a fight, but as bland as an indifferently blended sherry. In short, Jeffries is a perfectly acceptable Eurospy star, not as smarmy as some, but not as charming as others. But he's had better roles in other movies in the genre. Here, his character trait (yes, I said trait–singular–and even that is borrowed from Goldfinger) is that he favors a white dinner jacket. He’s pleasant and tolerable–and the same can be said for the movie. It’s competently made and boasts some interesting (if not especially creative) camera work, but ultimately lacks any truly memorable characters or setpieces.
Drum: When I questioned Pamela and Edward, they acted strange. I think there’s something going on there. I had the impression they were lying. And when I watched them during dinner, I had the feeling there was something between Pamela and Rashid. And Edward was jealous.
Policeman: But Edward was engaged to Freeman’s daughter!
Fury in Marrakesh was–poor or brilliant–but it certainly makes the film stand out in my memory!) Spies Strike Silently just is... but not in a bad way. I’ve seen enough middle-of-the-road Eurospy movies now that I should be able to say what exactly makes me like one and dislike another, but I still can’t pinpoint that. Maybe it just depends on my mood. At any rate, I liked Spies Strike Silently, but in two weeks it will be indistinguishable in my mind from countless others just like it, so it’s a good thing I have this review to refer back to.