“How many more lives?!?” This movie had me up nights as a kid. Watching it today, all I could do was giggle at the dialogue. And scream back at Gene Hackman, “How the hell do you know, Jackass?!?” How Ronald Neame, who actually made great films in England (“Tunes of Glory”, “The Horse’s Mouth”), got this gig from producer Irwin Allen is, I’m sure, an interesting story. How some of the line readings made it past the editing process is another. One thing to be sure of, stick with the movie for another ten minutes and you are guaranteed either another fiery death or an upskirt panty shot. There’s an essay in there somewhere.