The James Bond Film Festival. Part 1: Dr. No
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 2: From Russia with Love
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 3: Goldfinger
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 4: Thunderball
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 5: You Only Live Twice
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 1: Dr. No
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 2: From Russia with Love
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 3: Goldfinger
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 4: Thunderball
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 5: You Only Live Twice
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 6: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 7: Diamonds are Forever
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 8: Live and Let Die
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 9: The Man with the Golden Gun
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 10: The Spy Who Loved Me
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 11: Moonraker
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 12: For Your Eyes Only
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 13: Octopussy
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 14: A View to a Kill
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 15: The Living Daylights
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 16: License to Kill
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 17: Goldeneye
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 18: Tomorrow Never Dies
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 19: The World Is Not Enough
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 20: Die Another Day
The James Bond Film Festival. Part 21: Casino Royale (1954)
Okay. I’ve finally gotten round to watching the 1967 spoof version of Casino Royale. I watched it once before a few years ago, and I could barely take it. Took me a while to watch it again.
Basically it goes like this: An aging James Bond (David Niven) is called out of retirement to investigate who’s behind the disappearance of a number of fellow spies (or something like that). When ‘M’ McTerry (John Huston), a CIA agent, a Soviet agent, and a French agent visit Bond at his palatial estate, Bond refuses the assignment. M gives a signal to a nearby mortar team, who blows up Bond’s mansion – killing M in the process. Bond has no choice but to become the new MI6 leader.
One of his first acts is to rename all agents ‘James Bond - 007’ in order to confuse the enemy (and the audience, no doubt). Now, unlike his imitators, this James Bond is celibate. ‘A good spy is a pure spy.’ He goes to the McTerry Estate in Scotland for M’s send-off, carrying the remains – M’s ginger toupee – with him. Lady McTerry (Deborah Kerr), who is really Agent Mimi, tries everything to seduce him. First she tries using the bevy of beauties in the home; and, when that fails, she tries to seduce him herself. Of course she falls in love with him. Since Bond cannot be corrupted, the decision is made to kill him. Those friendly beauties suddenly become sinister, and attack him with grouse-shaped missiles. Agent Mimi/Lady McTerry saves the day and those nasty women are blown up instead.
There’s more, but it’s difficult to construct a coherent plotline. This isn’t surprising, since the plotline was an afterthought that they came up after filming! The idea was that Ken Hughes, John Huston, Joseph McGrath and Robert Parrish would each direct a segment of the film. Val Guest either had his own segment (there were supposed to be four segments, but there are five directors) or was brought in to finish off the segments of the other directors when their contracts expired. The directors were told to make a ‘psychedelic film’, and apparently no thought was ever given to tying it all together. As I said, it was only after the filming was completed that Val Guest was assigned to write a thread to do it.
Another difficulty was that for some reason Orson Welles (‘Le Chiffre’) took a dislike to Peter Sellers (‘James Bond/Evelyn Tremble’). He refused to work with him, even though they were in scenes together. When Sellers called in sick one day (and as we know, Sellers was not a well man) he was fired. Lovely. They still needed him for scenes! Some of the supporting characters’ parts were expanded, and there was some creative editing. In the very end of the film, they used a life-sized cut-out of Sellers in one shot, and added him with an optical process (in the ‘wrong’ costume) in another.
And why Casino Royale? Well, it was the only book that the filmmakers could get the rights for. They couldn’t use the story, since bits of it had been used in other (AON) Bond films. Basically, they had the title and the casino.
Casino Royale is a bizarre mish-mash of absurdity. It’s a good thing it was meant as a ‘psychedelic film’ (and yes, some sets do have that Swingin’ Sixties psychedelia) because you’d probably have to be frying to enjoy it.
Or maybe I’m just offended that the filmmakers would do this to Mr. Bond. If you ignore that it’s specifically a satire of Bond films, it’s almost not as bad as any other madcap '60s comedy. The lack of the coherent plot hurts, but it contains the typical elements: Sexual innuendo, misunderstandings, over-the-top characters, all-star cast, topical humour, and the most absurd ‘fight scene’ imaginable. (Cowboys ride horses into the casino, and indians skydive through the roof with tepee-shaped parachutes while everyone else goes crazy-ape bonkers and George Raft flips a coin.) It does have some funny bits. Too bad I’m not quite old enough to ‘get’ some of them. (I did get the ‘400 Tiny Time Bombs’ gag, but the ‘Lotus Formula 3’ gag made me think I was missing something.)
Overall though, they really should have thought of a plot before they exposed a frame of film.