The Saint in Palm Springs

Stamp collecting can even make The Saint a dull boy. Thank God, for pickpockets!

Sanders' last outing as The Saint. This one is a bit more light-hearted than the previous films (something about the holiday resort setting just adds to the general silliness), but it still follows the same pattern as all the others. The Saint parachutes in, cracks a crime syndicate, schmoozes some ladies, then disappears. The only thing here that's remarkable is the hilariously awful rear projection used during the bike and horse riding scenes.