Shirley Eaton Is Sumuru Double Feature:
The Million Eyes of Sumuru (1967)
Narrated by Sumuru herself, we begin with one of her minions watching a bomb eliminate the seventeen (!) sons of the richest man in the world, now deceased, during a Chinese funeral for their dead father.
Next, several of her minions, all in identical minidresses, calmly look on, drinking wine and smoking cigarettes, as another in a pantsuit strangles some guy between her knees.
Sumuru herself (Shirley Eaton, best known for being painted gold in Goldfinger) shows up in one of her fabulous outfits. This one is a mermaid gown with a dragon face just below the waist. She doesn't move, and I suspect it would be impossible to do so in that dress.
We then see several of her minions in bikinis drown another, also in bikini, because she has committed the ultimate act of betrayal: falling in love.
All this happens in less than ten minutes, and it's all downhill from here. Top-billed Frankie Avalon (!) is really just the sidekick of our hero, second-billed George Nader (best known to me for his leading role in Robot Monster.) Eaton is third-billed, which is a crying shame, as she utterly dominates the screen whenever she appears.
Long and not very interesting story short, Nader gets captured by Sumuru because he looks just like a guy working for the leader of a fictional Asian nation (Klaus Kinski!) The idea is that he can get one of Sumuru's minions close enough to the skirt-chasing Kinski to kill him. It's a really stupid plan, because 1. The assassin is a new recruit, and turns into a Good Girl immediately and 2. Sumuru already has one of her minions disguised as one of Kinski's guards.
Eaton is a great pseudo-Bond villain, although it's vastly disappointing when she starts smooching on Nader because she really wants a man to "force" himself on her. (Thanks for the anti-feminist message, film makers!) That doesn't last long, fortunately, and she gets to beat him with a bullwhip in a later scene.
Nader is bland, hardly reacting at all to anything going on, and Avalon thinks he's in a comedy. Kinski gives an eccentric performance, which I suppose is expected. The whole thing is a poor example of the countless spy films of the time.
The Girl From Rio (1969) aka a whole bunch of alternate titles, both in English and other European languages, the oddest of which may be Mothers of America.
Eaton is back as the same character, although for some odd legal reason her name is changed. The dialogue calls her Sunanda (or something like that), the credits say Sumitra. Forget that; this is definitely Sumuru.
Our hero, reputed to have stolen ten million bucks, arrives in Rio. The local crime boss (George Sanders!) wants the money, as does Sumuru, this time leading her minions from Femina, her own city. (The role of Femina is played by Brasilia.) The hero didn't really steal anything; he deliberately wants to be captured by Sumuru so he can rescue a woman she has prisoner, one of many rich folks she keeps caged up in glass booths.
Displaying the same lack of professionalism as in the previous film, she plans to let the hero and the woman try to escape so she can kill them, after she realizes there isn't any loot. They get away, of course, so we can have our big battle between the forces of Sanders and Sumuru.
Eaton is still the star of the show. The hero is bland, Sanders seems bored (although he gets to do a lot of fondling with a woman half his age.) The costumes and sets are a lot goofier in this film. At one point, Eaton wears an outfit with a big S on it, as if she's playing Supergirl. Her hair switches from blonde to black at random.
Two very bad films with a great villainess.