Saturday, August 21, 2010

CASINO ROYALE 1967


Despite pretensions to the contrary, this man can’t live by serious, thoughtful films alone. More often than I’d like to admit, my soul cries out for movies that appeal to my aesthetic sweet tooth. These are films of wholly superficial appeal, totally devoid of substance, which nonetheless number among my favorite, most re-watched DVDs. They are often films that broadcast (if no flaunt) their artifice in every frame: glamorous, glossily art-decorated worlds populated by beautifully lacquered denizens known as movie stars. Openly and lavishly synthetic, these films transport me to a time when going to the movies was like entering a waking dream.
David Niven as Sir James Bond
Ursula Andress as Vesper Lynde
peter Sellers as Evelyn Tremble
Joanna Pettet as Mata Bond
Orson Welles as Le Chiffre
Woody Allen as Jimmy Bond
Daliah Lavi as The Detainer
A particular favorite of mine is the 1967 psychedelic spy spoof, Casino Royale; a film that required five directors, at least nine writers, and over 12-million- dollars to become a convoluted, barely coherent, sixties happening. Disjointed, nonsensical and never-as-funny-as-it-thinks-it-is, Casino Royale is nevertheless a candy-colored, mini-skirted, jewel box of a film that is really a lot of escapist fun if you surrender yourself to its loopy, druggy non-reality. Released during the overkill phase of 60s spy-mania, Casino Royale has the stylish, over-the-top, gadget-heavy look of a James Bond film (and some of the action sequences, particularly a early car chase scene, are very well done), but TVs Get Smart had been poking fun of the spy genre since 1965...with considerably more laughs...thus, much of what may have seemed fresh like fresh targets when the screenplay was written, felt old-hat by the time it reached the screen.
In one of many sequences that were shot but never made it into the final film, Joanna Pettet wanders through a pop-art, psychedelic mind trap devised by the Soviet counterintelligence agency known as   S.M.E.R.S.H. 
The stars of Casino Royale are a multinational horn-of-plenty. There's David Niven, Peter Sellers, Ursula Andress, Orson Welles, Woody Allen and Joanna Pettet...and that's just for starters. 
Miss Moneypenny (Barbara Bouchet) and Sir James Bond (Niven) in danger of being upstaged by the groovy 60s decor
The plot, such as it is, involves the original, knighted James Bond (Niven in starchy British mode) being forced out of retirement when SMERSH takes to utilizing beautiful female spies to strike at the oversexed heart of Her Majesty's Finest. To combat this evil, Sir James does just what anyone else would do under the circumstances; he assembles an army of sexually irresistible male and female agents and bestows upon each the name James Bond 007.  Ok….
A cadre of distinguished fellow-agents (and former David Niven co-stars) converge at Sir James' country estate in hopes of  persuading him to come out of retirement
To keep questions concerning logic at bay (and there are many), Casino Royale wisely distracts with ceaseless scenes of gunplay, car chases, karate battles and very photogenic explosions, while throwing beautiful starlets and cameo guest stars at the screen at regular intervals. Look...there’s William Holden and drinking pal John Houston! Look...there’s George Raft flipping a coin! Look...there's Jean Paul Belmondo being all French and everything! Listen...that’s someone else’s voice coming out of Jacqueline Bisset’s mouth! It all happens so fast and with so little connection to what else is going on, it’s a little like watching a celebrity flip-book, but somehow it all seems to come together.
Only 34-years-old at the time, an already wizened-looking Peter O'Toole stops by to show Peter Sellers he still has the pipes. Sellers and O'Toole appeared together in the Woody Allen-penned 1965 comedy What's New, Pussycat?, whose popularity the stylistically similar Casino Royale  hoped to duplicate

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS FILM
I cant separate Casino Royale from its musical score. The two are one in the same. To listen to the soundtrack album is virtually like experiencing the film. Scored by the then untouchable Burt Bacharach, I don’t think there’s a musical score out there better suited to a film. From the classic title tune (Herb Alpert so seriously nails this song it FLOORS me!) that simultaneously spoofs and pays tribute to the great John Barry James Bond themes, Bacharach’s indubitably-60s yet-timeless score is really the best of his career. A Columbia Record Club selection of the month back in 1967, I wore out the stylus endlessly replaying this lp. More than 40 years later, it still sounds just as groovy.

PERFORMANCES
David Niven, Peter Sellers and Woody Allen are all great, but nothing they do here is markedly different from what you’ve seen them do in countless other films. The big surprise for me is the gorgeous Joanna Pettet. As Mata Bond, the illegitimate daughter of Mata Hari and you-know-who, Pettet shows a surprising flair for comedy light years away from her serious work in The Group (1966). Making the most of a comically cockney accent which she later trades in for finishing-school posh, Pettet exudes so much freshness and sexy star quality that one wishes she had worked more.
Mata makes an entrance
For the most part, the elder members of the cast coast along on a kind of game good will. You're less impressed by their performances than you are by their being such good sports about taking part in such silliness. The younger players, for the most part, barely make any impression at all, what with having to compete with space ships, Frankenstein monsters, and seriously eye-popping art direction.
Career low-point for classy actress, Deborah Kerr as the evil agent Mimi: the bedroom scene where she's called upon to beseech the celibate Sir James, "Doodle me!"

THE STUFF OF FANTASY
The women in Casino Royale are all major foxes. Just gorgeous. This in spite of (or because of) the outrageous extremes of late-60s high-fashion and makeup tended to make women look like glamorous drag queens. The hairstyles and costumes on display in this film would make Lady Gaga weep with joy.
Ursula Andress (she of the aristocratic forehead) looks like a goddess and is photographed accordingly, but my personal favorite is the darkly exotic Daliah Lavi. They sure don’t make 'em like her anymore. Graceful and sexy with helmet hair and a smoky voice, she is a special effect all unto herself.
And, as this was the late 60s, the boom era of pop-arty, futuristic, and mod fashion,Casino Royale doesn't disappoint in showcasing what must have been an enormous costume budget. Iconic designer Paco Rabanne contributes metallic Roman-inspired military wear, but elsewhere you'll see what looks to be the entire 60s fashion catalog parade before your very eyes.
I know this looks like a 1976 edition of Rupaul's Drag Race, but Casino Royale was heavily promoted in Playboy magazine and in its ad campaign for boasting "A Bondwagon of the most beautiful girls you ever saw!"

THE STUFF OF DREAMS
I just love everything about how this film looks. Casino Royale is like a natural history museum exhibit of the best and worst of the most ostentatious pop fads of the 60s. The space-glam costumes, the enormous hairstyles, the futuristic sets, the plastic Playboy magazine sexuality. Everything is amped up to surreal levels of overstatement and the result borders on the epic. The directors and writers may not have known what they were doing, but the production designer, art director and costume designers all hit home runs.

Samples of Casino Royale's great set design:
The Decoding Room at Frau Hoffner's Spy Academy
SMERSH Operations Center
The German Expressionist Lobby of Frau Hoffner's Spy Academy
The behind-the-scenes troubles in the making of Casino Royale are legendary (Sellers was fired/quit before filming was completed, scenes were written and filmed with no knowledge of what other directors were doing, last minute rewrites, money thrown away on sets and sequences never filmed, etc.) and contribute to its scrambled narrative. It's rather something of a miracle that anyone was able to assemble even a remotely coherent film from the acres of footage shot. That the film proved a modest success at all has a lot to do with the timbre of the times: movies that made no sense were becoming all the rage.
Casino Royale, like BarbarellaMyra Breckinridge, and The Magic Christian, was fashioned as a "head film": a movie that either courted young, college-age audiences by attempting to cinematically replicate the psychedelic drug experience, or one that was best appreciated in an altered mind state. As it was also a film fashioned largely by middle-aged men, Casino Royale may have looked very hip, but was VERY old-fashioned in almost every department.
Jaqueline Bissett as Giovanna Goodthighs
Although possessed of a beautiful British accent, it was Bissett's curious fate to have
 her voice dubbed in both this film and Two for the Road (1967)
None of this was obvious to me when I first saw Casino Royale at age ten at the Embassy Theater in San Francisco. All I knew then was that the film looked like a live-action cartoon. Today when I look at it, its kaleidoscopic charms come back as vividly to me as they did then. As for it being a "head film," I guess I can't argue with that, after all, Casino Royale is definitely the kind of movie I enjoy much more when I keep my brain out of it entirely.
Miss Moneypenny and Sir James in The Fingerprint Room

Copyright © Ken Anderson


2 comments:

  1. I've always enjoyed this flick, too, but my real guilty pleasure in this genre is "Modesty Blaise" - love the design and the leads despite a ridiculous plot.
    And what was up with dubbing Ms. Bisset in her early roles? Just watched 'Two for the Road' recently and noticed she was dubbed in that one too. (And she has a such a great voice!)

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    1. Hi Joe
      "Casino Royale" has charms that mitigate its not making a lick of sense...almost all of them visual.
      Given how much I like Dirk Bogarde, I'm surprised that I have never taken the time to check out "Modesty Blaise." Having just this month got around to the exquisite film "Petulia", I think I'm overdue to re-visit my 60s youth.
      And yes, that's odd about Bisset being dubbed in those early roles. Especially, as you point out,since she has such a marvelous voice.

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