Film

Secret Agent 101

Name: Secret Agent 101
Genre: Crime
Released: 1966
Cast: Muga Takewaki, Jeanette Lin Tsui, Jitsuko Yoshimura, Teruo Yoshida, Kanjūrō Arashi

Crime

A Japan-Hong Kong spy caper from 1966 that crackles with Cold War intrigue and visual style. Secret Agent 101 is a nimble thriller that treats espionage as both deadly serious and slightly absurd, delivered with the kinetic energy of mid-60s international cinema. It's for anyone who loves spy films before they became self-aware about how silly they are.

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