According to this film, no one actually lives in England. The Avengers, yet one more film attempt to re-live the '60s, tries to do it a bit too much.

We're playing the classic good guys versus some very rich yet completely insane villain. But we're doing it in class. John Steed is the classy Brit who never breaks the rules, and Mrs. Peel has never heard of a rule she didn't want to break.

Along the way we're treated to many double entendres and sexual innuendo, a clone who somehow has become exactly the same age as the genetic donor, and a god-awful style point left over from the 1960s television program -- no extras.

In the '60s The Avengers was made on a shoestring and extras were a luxury that couldn't be afforded. In the 1990s, it's time to spring for a few here and there. The wide vistas of London with no one home just makes no sense and continuously calls attention to itself and detracts from the plot.

Plot? This style point brings forth the problem with the film: it's all style and no substance. If Godzilla was too much special effects and no plot, The Avengers is also too many pretty pictures and no plot. Finally, in the last reel, they have to finish this turkey, and they are forced to build an extremely lame finale.

One note of grace in this picture: Eileen Atkins portrayal of Alice is the best thing in the picture.