Alright… I warned you. Here it comes.
Casino Royale (1967)
Completely unfunny. Total excess. Incoherent. A colossal waste of money and talent. Only the score is good.
That’s what regularly gets blasted on the net (and back then in the papers) at one´s innocent question: is that spoof from Charles K. Feldman any good?
And I admit: I have never made it through the whole film before. It seemed to confirm all the bad reviews from the start, and the best one could say about it was that it was “an acquired taste”.
Well, it seems that I have finally acquired it.
Because I was surprised how well all the strands of plot attempts, directed by the many very different directors, came together and complimented each other. I know, the whole production was a money burning mess, and everything is thrown at the screen, from a stuttering Niven Bond to a bunch of dancing “Indians” fighting in the Casino where a Bond nephew played by Woody Allen is having bomb hiccups counting down to his and everybody’s demise - and I have not even mentioned Peter Sellers as a Baccarat expert with Michael Caine glasses and Orson Welles enjoying his magic tricks obsession at the game table while Ursula Andress, in her own voice and accent, expertly flirts with everyone and the audience during a much more faithful interlude taken from the Fleming novel than I expected. Wait, there is also a German Caligari-esque set in which a delightfully unhinged set piece with the female Bond version takes place (“Is he dead?”- “Hard to say, he always looks like that.”). And it all is totally bonkers - and totally delightful. I had so much fun watching this movie - and I did not even have one ounce of a Vesper Martini, nor any other intoxicating stuff. The film was enough.
To think that this is a James Bond parody coming after THUNDERBALL conquered the world, one can all the more appreciate how the classic beats were transformed into comedy excess. And hey, it was the first film in which Bond had a daughter! (Sneaky nod in NTTD, right, EON?)
Yes, the jokes are often silly and even childish, but sometimes they are extremely funny (Allen escaping the firing squad only to land in another firing squad situation). And when the jokes don’t land the actors, the set decoration and the always wonderful Burt Bacharach score carry me along.
When it was over I thought I could easily start again.
Maybe this happened because it is summer and I am on a holiday. But I do think or better feel that this will be a constant re-watch delight, a movie I return to just to feel comfortably amused and forget about life for a while.
So, “Casino Royale” (1967), shoots straight up my list of feel good-movies.
This is definitely one they don’t make anymore. A true treasure. Surrealistic fun and much more clever than it gets credit for. It went over most audiences´ heads back then and still does. Because life is chaos and why not enjoy it with a smile. It gets better then.