These supposed light-weight UK mod-pop movies filled with a lot of killing are pretty nihilistic actually. The lightness doesn't stop with the music and stylish production; we're made not to feel anything for killed-off characters whatsoever. Even death gets the caricature treatment. As a result I can never find any connection with these type of films and wonder how someone else can.
After a ridiculous opening setup, settles into an hour and a half of Diana Rigg and Oliver Reed mugging their way across Europe wildly, while being pursued by a pack of monocle-popping thugs led by a mustachioed Telly Savalas, leading to an explosively goofy climax. Either you're on board for something like this or you aren't, and when it comes to Rigg and Reed, I'm an easy mark.