He is the idol of every woman. The envy of every man. He’s the most shaggable, switched-on, swingingest secret agent on the planet! But right now Austin Powers, International Man of Mystery, just wants to get the gook off his teeth. Mike Myers, geared up in that cranberry-colored crushed-velvet Austin Powers suit of his, is taking a personal-hygiene moment on the set of Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, his sequel to the 1997 James Bond homage that starred Myers as both Austin Powers and his pinkie-sucking nemesis, Dr. Evil.
”Anything that goes in my mouth with these teeth on gets gooey, smelly, and disgusting,” says Myers, 36, who explains that there are actually three sets of Austin Powers dentures — ”bad,” ”very bad,” and ”crazy bad.” Myers sprays five quick blasts of Binaca into his mouth, then rubs a folded-up hankie over his mangled royal crowns. ”Yes! That’s it!” he says. ”That’s it! Smashing!”
That is indeed the word. Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, which opens June 11, promises to be this summer’s most smashing franchise installment…with the probable exception of the one starring Jar Jar Binks. While the first Austin transported our hero from the 1960s to the ’90s, the sequel brings him back to the ’60s to reclaim his ”mojo” — his libido, baby! — which has been stolen by Dr. Evil. Once again, Myers is performing both roles, in addition to a third — the obese bagpiping Scotsman named Fat Bastard. Myers is joined this time by Heather Graham, who plays CIA operative Felicity Shagwell, taking over where Elizabeth Hurley (who makes a cameo here) leaves off. Robert Wagner is back as Dr. Evil’s ”Number Two,” joined now by Rob Lowe, who plays Two’s younger self, also in Moshe Dayan style. Dr. Evil’s son, Scott Evil (Seth Green), is back too, as is Dr. Evil’s creepy hairless cat, Mr. Bigglesworth. The biggest crowd-pleaser, though, is bound to be Mini-Me, Dr. Evil’s even more evil clone. Played by the 32-inch-tall actor Verne Troyer, Mini-Me comes complete with his own mini-scar, mini-bald head, and mini-Mr. Bigglesworth.
Armed with a budget nearly twice that of the original, director Jay Roach (who helmed the first Austin, as well as the upcoming Mystery, Alaska) has given Austin some unspeakably groovy surroundings for the sequel. Soon after completing his dental hygiene, Myers finds himself surrounded by nearly 300 polka-dotted, puffy-shirted, and paisley-panted swingers, all dancing about Austin’s bachelor-pad set at Warner Bros.’ Hollywood Studios. As Myers begins to get groovy with the flower-empowered minions, it’s clear he’s hit the mother lode of mojo: Guys in Nehru jackets, bell-bottom corduroys, and high-heeled silver sneakers are ogling women in vinyl skirts and glittery ostrich- feather boas. Above it all, Graham is doing naughty things to a fire pole she’s about to slide down. ”Felicity Shagwell,” Myers yells up at her. ”Come on down! The price is right!” The room explodes with cheers, roars of laughter, and the clink-clink-clink of a thousand love beads.