Well, the ass is even hotter and there's more of it, but there aren't any tits in this Dr. Goldfoot movie either. God damn it, Dr. Goldfoot, when will you ever learn? Actually the real question is when will I ever learn? This time Dr. Goldfoot's plan is to start a war between the U.S. and Russia so he can split what's left of the uninhabitable, nuclear-ravaged world with the Chinese. Naturally there's a secret agent out to stop him, but thanks to Dr. Goldfoot's moronic machinations he has to team up with these other two agents who are supposed to be the comedic relief. Because that's what a comedy needs, comedic relief. And these two fucking cocksuckers... they haven't met something they can't trip over or a bucket they can't get stuck on their heads. The one with the mustache was only extremely annoying, but if I meet the other one I swear to every god there has ever been that I will tear his fucking heart out and show it to his wife while I'm banging her. His entire fucking shtick is making stupid faces and bugging his eyes out like Bernie Mac in an absolute vacuum. It takes talent, right? There's lots of running around like Benny Hill, falling down, getting into silly fights no one actually wins; you know, the kind of shit retarded people like to watch, when they're not doing it themselves. I don't think the fuckholes who made this even noticed the one time it was clever by mistake ("Now I know why you Chinese are inscrutable."). Somehow Dr. Goldfoot (AKA Dr. Phibes) always manages to get through these things with his dignity intact, but everything else about this flick is a complete embarrassment. This one part towards the end sums it up best: Dr. Goldfoot is just standing there, somehow maintaining a semblance of class, while everyone else flails around underneath a blanket for absolutely no reason. It's like symbolic of this entire movie.