The first two have a certain polish and confident feel, and even some of the cornier gags work*. They invoke a sense of nostalgia and wanting of the myth the late-1960s offered.
The third one definitely has the "We've got nothing, thanks for your money and we've got it now" vibe.
Or are we merely jealous because they made money off of something a young teenager could scribble out than we do in our jobs, regardless of how well we do ours? Apparently, to insult success is a bad thing, but I had no idea writing disgusting raunchy 'comedy' was a qualifier. Who knew... So why aren't we out there outdoing the Austin franchise? Oh, wait, we've got good taste, morals, class, ethics... the list goes on and on... :D
* Well, toward the middle of "The Spy Who Shagged Me" the bar for gross comedy is lowered with a very distasteful "coffee" joke. If the intent was to get the audience to laugh, that wasn't the reaction and one could figure it out the moment Austin poured it into the glass. Nor was the delivery of the "This tastes like ____" done properly. The inflection isn't right... Michael York's responding "Yes it is ____" was better but, from him I'd have expected the technically correct term...
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