If Bond films were the epitome of cool, then The Silencers were their leering lounge lizard cousin. Everything is cheaper and cruder. Ursula Andress emerging from the ocean in Dr. No became an iconic image of sophisticated sex appeal. The Silencers is like a high schooler drawing pictures of naked ladies on the bathroom wall.
“I was taking a martini across the room…” If that line, the first sentence in the first Matt Helm novel by Donald Hamilton, had been the only sentence in the book, then there would have been very little stylistic conflict between the Matt Helm of the books and the incarnation of the character that eventually fond its way onto movie screens.