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Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Dr. No
Dr. No
So this is where it all began, one of the longest-running franchises in Hollywood history, the introduction to one of cinema's greatest heroes and the progenitor of the modern action film.
Our first James Bond adventure takes us to the Caribbean. A British agent John Strangways disappears in Jamaica and James Bond (Sean Connery) is sent to investigate. Almost immediately, he is targeted for assassination. The attempts on his life grow more frequent as he closes in on Strangways' killers, signaling that the murdered agent was on to something really big and potentially explosive. But what does all of this have to do with the mysterious scientist with metal hands named Dr. No (Joseph Wiseman).
I will be honest, it can be a bit difficult to review Dr. No objectively. After all, this is where the formula originated: the smug and charming know-it-all agent, the women, the fanciful villains...it's a classic!
But is it really?
Well, it must be. Everyone says so. But again, is it really?
Look, make no mistake. Dr. No is a fine film. I really enjoyed it. And it is a fascinating piece of cinematic history, but it is hardly a classic piece of filmmaking. Let's start with director Terence Young, who deserves a lot of credit for making the franchise what it is and for helping mold Connery into what the character could be, but this is hardly visionary directing. His pacing seems sluggish at times, the fights are rather silly, the dubbing is poorly done, the climax is anti-climactic, and the camera remains detached, contributing nothing to the escalating tension we are supposed to be feeling. I actually never actually felt Bond was in any danger throughout the entire film except for his encounter with the spider and when he meets Dr. No himself, and that has more to do with the fact that I don't like spiders and because Joseph Wiseman's performance is so deliciously malevolent.
At first, I just figured that it was a different time, with a different standard of filmmaking and I should cut the film some slack. But then I realized that this reasoning was a bit ridiculous. Dr. No is lacking even when you compare it to other films made in the 1950s and 1960s. Look no further than North by Northwest (1959) or To Catch a Thief (1955), both inspirations for the Bond series and both infinitely better.
I was also admittedly uncomfortable with the way Bond treats his black colleague Quarrel, a character whose introduction is badass but who then quickly devolves into a Caribbean stereotype. Bond just bosses him around with colonialist superiority that I could not help but feel a bit offended.
But what I can say is there must have been a learning curve - for the director, the writers, the producers, the composers...really, for the whole darn production team. And they learned quickly because they came together and made one of the very best films of the series when they produced the sequel From Russia With Love. But they are fumbling a bit in this first film.
Okay, I know this all sounds bad, so now it is time to backpedal a bit. Remember I said I liked the film? I actually really do. I like the fact that it is mostly an investigation, with Bond interviewing Stangways' friends and doing actual spy stuff, instead of bursting into rooms with guns a'blazing. I love how ruthless and cutthroat the character was in the early 1960s. They softened him a bit as the franchise continued, but this movie features Bond murdering unarmed men and also having a female enemy spy arrested only after he sleeps with her. These are reminders that Bond is not a role model. And he's not supposed to be. But these actions do make him an infinitely more interesting character.
I feel like this review would not be complete unless I mentioned the Bond girl and the villain! For the Bond girl, you have Honey Ryder, played by the volcanic Ursula Andress. Most people consider her one of the best, probably because of the iconic moment when she steps out of the ocean in her bikini with a knife strapped to her waist (no better way to capture the franchise's obsession with sex and violence in the same image!). Andress is fine in the role, but after that first scene she doesn't really have much to do. So I wonder if the reputation is based less on the character and more on that entrance and the fact that Andress is so explosively attractive.
For the villain, I gotta say I am a fan of Wiseman's Dr. No. He is cruel and calculating and so unemotional, it is downright eerie. He also begins the two Bond traditions of having a strange physical attribute (metal hands) and monologuing about what his master plan is. Though I give credit to Dr. No for actually giving the villain a good reason to monologue - he is trying to recruit Bond to join the ranks of his organization, SPECTRE. While the final fight between No and Bond is a let-down, it is still a memorable performance and a very cool villain.
So there you go. I know I spent a lot of this review complaining about Dr. No, but I want to make it clear - this is a solid movie. I enjoyed it and it is intriguing to watch how everything got started. And it is very clear from the beginning that there is something cinematically magical about Bond - and especially about Connery playing Bond. It is no wonder the film was a success. But let's be careful about calling it a classic. Because it most definitely is not.
RANKINGS:
So I will be ranking all the Bond films as I watch them. Obviously, there is only one film so far, so we might as well let Dr. No enjoy its brief time in the sun before From Russia With Love comes a'calling.
MVP:
"Bond. James Bond."
And with that short phrase, two stars were born - James Bond and the legendary actor who played him, Sean Connery. Connery just owns this role. Even if he had only made one film, he still would have an easy claim to being the best Bond ever. Other Bonds generally excelled at one or two of the character traits that are essential to character. Roger Moore handled the one liners quite well. He was charming, suave with the ladies, and adept at handling Bond's ambivalence (or pretended ambivalence) to danger. But I never really believed him in a fight. Timothy Dalton brought danger to the role, but was completely unbelievable when flirting, Brosnan could handle himself equally in an action set piece and in the bedroom, but the over-the-top antics they put him through kept him from ever being truly believable, George Lazenby...well, let's just skip George Lazenby, and Daniel Craig, who is my second favorite Bond behind Connery, has completely inhabited the role of a brawler who has turned himself into a sophisticated man of the world, but he has yet to show me the nonchalance and the charm that is so essential to the character. It all goes back to Connery. He did it all. He inhabited it all. Without Connery, Dr. No would have been well received by audiences, it may have even warranted a sequel, but it would be remembered now by only spy film enthusiasts and Ian Fleming fans. Connery made Bond a legend. He's the MVP!
BEST LINE:
This is a tie between one of my favorite Bond pickup lines and when Bond ruthlessly kills one of his enemies. First, the pickup line, spoken just after Honey Ryder comes to shore from the beach.
Honey Ryder: Are you looking for shells?
Bond (clearly ogling her): No, I'm just looking.
And then the great line when Bond kills an enemy whose gun has run out of bullets:
Bond: That's a Smith and Wesson, and you've had your six. (boom)
TRIVIA:
The hunt for Bond was an arduous one. Connery came late in the search. As fans of North by Northwest, Broccoli and Saltzman first asked Cary Grant, who would only agree to one picture and who also expressed a concern that he was a bit too old for the part (he was in his mid-50s at that point in his career). Broccoli and Saltzman then asked North by Northwest's villain, James Mason, who also would not agree to a multi-picture deal. Several actors were thrown into the discussions, such Steve Reeves (Hercules), Roger Moore (who would go on to play Bond in later films), and Stanley Baker (Zulu). But they liked Connery. He was manly, a former body builder, but still moved gracefully "like a cat." Ironically, Fleming did not like the casting at first, but was so taken with Connery's performance that he began to write with him in mind in the later stories.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Review: What's New Pussycat?
What's New PussycatWhat a joyful chaotic disaster of a brilliant movie! A film that is probably best watched with a group of friends after you've had a few too many to drink - because the cast and crew were probably plastered while making it, What's New Pussycat makes no sense, is horribly misogynistic, and has just as many horrible jokes as it has winners.
Michael James (Peter O'Toole) has a problem. All women love him, and he simply cannot resist their advances. Ordinarily this would be a dream come true, except he wants to marry Carol (the adorable Romy Schneider) so he visits a shrink named Dr. Fritz Sigismund Fassbender (Peter Sellers with a bad haircut - please see the picture above) to cure him of his 'problems.' Of course, Dr. Fassbender, like most Peter Sellers characters, is bat crazy. The movie climaxes in a small little French hotel involving Michael James, Carol, Dr. Fassbender, Woody Allen, a nymphomaniac, an American dancer visiting France on a bongo scholarship, a Viking warrioress, a parachutest who knows James Bond, a jealous husband, police, a Frenchmen with a cherry bomb, and go-karts. If you think that sounds confusing, wait until you see it all in action, because then it is even more confusing!
The movie was pretty divisive when it came out. A lot people (mostly teenage boys) loved it and propelled it to box office glory. The Oscar nominated song by Tom Jones probably helped (most people today know the song, but not the movie that spawned it). Everybody else either found it either offensive or utterly confusing, or both. To me, that's part of the charm. There is such chaos in this movie. The cast clearly had a ball filming it, and that joy is contagious. The performances are uniformly terrific. Sellers is
at his best as the Viennese therapist and Peter O'Toole shows he is as good at comedy as he is at drama. I have to be honest - even though Lawrence of Arabia is O'Toole's best performance, his greatest achievement, and my favorite movie, it is What's New Pussycat that totally turned me into an O'Toole fanatic. I have a feeling that in real life, he is just as much of a lovable rascal as he is in this film. And that guy would be a lot of fun to hang out with!
at his best as the Viennese therapist and Peter O'Toole shows he is as good at comedy as he is at drama. I have to be honest - even though Lawrence of Arabia is O'Toole's best performance, his greatest achievement, and my favorite movie, it is What's New Pussycat that totally turned me into an O'Toole fanatic. I have a feeling that in real life, he is just as much of a lovable rascal as he is in this film. And that guy would be a lot of fun to hang out with!
I can't recommend this movie to everyone. I love it, and many of my friends do, as well. If you don't take it too seriously, don't mind a plot that makes no sense, and love these actors, then I say check it out.
BEST LINE: Too many to choose, but here's one amusing back and forth between O'Toole and his best friend, Victor, played by Woody Allen:
Michael: Did you find work?
Victor: I got a job at the strip joint. I help the models dress and undress.
Michael: Nice job?
Victor: 40 francs a week.
Michael: Not very much.
Victor: It's all I could afford.
TRIVIA: Like it or not, this movie is one of the most important in comedy history. The movie was originally supposed to star Warren Beatty. The script was by newcomer Woody Allen, who had never acted in or written a movie before. As the script progressed, Beatty got annoyed because he felt his character was getting overshadowed by all the other absurd characters. Whether he left the project or was forced out is unclear. But what is clear is that the studio chose Allen over Hollywood's golden boy Beatty. It doesn't end there. The filming of the movie was so crazy, scenes being rewritten the night before by the director or Sellers, actors ab-libbing right and left, that it is no wonder that the film makes no sense. Allen had no say in any of the changes and watched as his first script was mutilated beyond repair. Horrified, Allen swore never to write anything again unless he was able to direct it. And there you go - thanks to What's New Pussycat, Woody Allen began his long and often brilliant directorial career.
MVP AWARD: I think I have to award it to booze. I don't want to condone alcoholism, but I just have a feeling that everyone on set was drunk. I like to imagine that the night before filming a scene, O'Toole, Sellers and director Clive Donner stayed up all night, binging on hooch and rewriting the script. I have never seen such a chaotic, gin-soaked atmosphere captured so well on screen. Sober, the movie would have made more sense. If they had stuck with Allen's script, it would have probably been a better movie. But would it have been as memorable? I highly doubt it...
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