Work has kept me bogged down so I'm late again. A comic featuring a female spy seems like a sure hit, but Undercover Girl doesn't make the grade. The problem is mostly in the stories.
Ogden Whitney, a capable artist, does a solid job, though he didn't spend much time researching his exotic backgrounds. Unfortunately, as others have noted, his sexy women aren't very attractive. Not outright ugly, like Bob Powell women, but plain-faced and chunky. Thus the cheesecake shots aren't particularly stimulating.
The Undercover Girl scripts suffer from cramming. All three stories move at a ridiculous pace. We need set-ups to clarify why all the action is happening. It's hard to believe Gardner Fox wrote these. If anything he had a tendency to over-explain plots. These read like coming-attraction trailers.
"The Secret of the Statue" features a cliche that has derailed many a comic story, not to mention many movies. Instead of killing the hero/ine outright the villain concocts an elaborate stunt from which the victim (surprise!) escapes. "Let us shoot her, Comrade!" "No, I have a better idea! Let's drive her to a far-off ranch and tie her to a bucking bronco!" Instead of escaping, Starr ends up rescued by her would-be executioners because it occurred to them she might know useful information. Duh!
"Fallon of the FBI" suffers even worse than Undercover Girl from lack of explanation. If the woman isn't a vampire, what's this about her need for "Food! I must have food!" And how does she expect to find something to eat by climbing into the sack with her rescuer? Wait, don't answer that. Anyway we need a better explanation of why the amnesiac heiress does and says all those weird things. And how does Fallon know all about the counterfeiting operation when he never visits the crooks' hideout?
"The Kidnapping" has no plot at all, just fights. And Starr blowing her chance at an "Environmentalist of the Year" award. On the last page she refers to "her" newspaper, implying Starr works as a reporter, but that's the only time it's mentioned.
An old pulp-magazine maxim was "start the story in the middle, then back up." This one starts in the middle and never looks back. Starr's catfight with the butch Indian (who speaks weeth a comic-book Mexican accent) is remarkably un-sexy. I can't believe that the money shot, the climactic destruction of Siva Dey's army and her living statues, happens in one tiny panel just before the leave-'em-laughing playout. Gimme a break!