Episode 43 – Condorman

He Spies! He Flies! He Death-Defies!

In this month’s Single Serving Selection, we take to the skies above Monte Carlo with Greg Hatcher of the Atomic Junk Shop blog to swoop into Disney’s superhero/spy film that sank at the box office, only to rise again as a cult favorite: 1981’s Condorman!

When bumbling comic book artist Woody Wilkins is chosen for a simple courier mission  for the CIA, he makes an impression on a beautiful KGB agent who wants to defect. Now the only man she trusts to escort her to the West is Woody, who she believes to be a highly skilled secret operative.  Woody agrees to the mission, but only if the CIA will use its resources to turn him into the high-flying superhero from his own comic book: Condorman!

4 thoughts on “Episode 43 – Condorman

  1. RE: “Is it worth your time?” F***, yeah it is!
    Obviously, I’m totally with Mike on this one, in that I just love this movie. Unlike Mike, for me there’s no nostalgia factor involved in my affection for this movie, as I only first saw it as a middle-aged adult.

    On the question of who to cast in the title role in a modern remake, nobody of the right age (i.e., early to mid-30-ish) comes to mind immediately. If it had been done in the late ’90s or early ’00s, though, I can think of no one better than Bryan Cranston – he would have killed it!
    By the way, since Greg mentioned the genre of spy movies involving a protagonist who’s out of his depth and possibly not even knowing what’s going on, I immediately thought of The Man Who Knew Too Little (starring Bill Murray) – another delightfully funny movie.
    Anyway, thanks for a great show, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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  3. Good to hear Greg’s voice…he has the same giggle that he had when we were in high school about four thousand years ago, which is rather endearing. I don’t know (speaking of Oliver Reed) if Greg remembers this, but we used to hang out at a place called “Lenny’s Nosh Bar,” where the proprietor (“Lenny”) had pictures of himself with Oliver Reed up on the wall.

    It turns out that Lenny had moved to London during the 1950s, and his next door neighbor (in South Wimbledon) was Oliver Reed. They soon became great friends, and whenever “Ollie” would be making a movie somewhere, Lenny would tag along to cook for him and to help with all of the torrential drinking that needed to occur. He had some wonderful stories, one of which involved waking up in a strange house (Peter O’Toole’s), with absolutely no memory of how he got there, or what he had done the previous evening. The good old days…. 🙂 I think that one of Lenny’s ex-wives published a book about all of this, and now I need to find a copy.

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