Previously on James Bond...

Dr. No was a hit. Although it was released more than six months later in the US than in the UK, it made back its meagre budget and then some. Here's a chart showing the US and worldwide gross, the numbers adjusted for inflation, and the film that made the closest amount of money in the equivalent territory last year.

	Original gross	Adjusted gross	2011 equivalent
US	$16,067,035	$121,067,936	Rango
Worldwide	$56,000,000	$421,969,855	Thor

Tidy, isn't it?

Production on the next picture had already started when Dr. No opened in the US. This time, Bond would be going East, heating up the Cold War and paying further homage to the Master of Suspense.

DR. NO - "Just a stupid policeman"

The shadow of Hitchcock hangs heavy over Dr. No, and not just in a literal sense. With the Master of Suspense having been sought as the perfect director for the Thunderball project, it seems inevitable that there would be a resemblance between his work and any consequent James Bond film. North by Northwest is very much the codifier for many of the secret agent tropes that would later become associated with the Bond films - the suave, charming leading man, the softly-spoken and cultured villain who offers his services to enemy powers, a bracing musical score and stylishly designed opening titles.

Saul Bass was Hitchcock's favoured artist, and his legacy can be easily detected in the animated sequence produced by Maurice Binder. Starting with the famous gunbarrel sequence, with electronic noise and the credit "Harry Salzman & Albert R. Broccoli Present" added to the tracking white circle to leave the ampersand picked out, it segues immediately into a sequence of dots and film strips. Beautiful, elegant, irrelevant, showing its heritage and a sign of the future.

Cary Grant as James Bond.
"They were on their
way to a funeral."

The film opens with the murder of Strangways, MI6's man in Jamaica, and his secretary by a trio wielding silenced pistols. It is important to watch this in the context of its time - Kennedy is still in the White House, the Beatles were still almost unknown and Vietnam was only a distant blob on the map. Seeing two defenceless people repeatedly shot for no apparent reason would have packed a serious punch at the time, and the level of violence the film permits will frequent this level.

MI6's radio room detects a dead line, and the message goes out that something is wrong. The sight of the inside of Bond's place of work is peculiar, more like an office than a secret organisation. This curiosity is repeated when Bond arrived for his briefing, which appears to indicate that M's office is in rented space inside another building.

Bond is summoned at his club, where his is engaged in a game of baccarat with the beautiful Sylvia Trench, but in a neat trick, we do not see his face until he formally introduces himself to her. That first utterance of "Bond. James Bond", as the theme quietly kicks in in the background, is clearly intended as an iconic moment, and five decades later still packs a punch. Rather more startling is the reveal that Bond carries a business card, which he passes to Miss Trench. A little careless for a secret agent?

Bond's briefing reveals that Strangways had been investigating the "toppling" of American missiles

being launched from Cape Canaveral - a super-topical subject in the year of the Cuban Missile Crisis, so Bond is to be dispatched to investigate his disappearance. First he is to be outfitted with a new firearm - his previous one he apparently wore to the gaming tables earlier.

Patrick McGoohan as James Bond.
"Tell me, does the toppling of American missiles
really compensate for having no hands?"

This little scene offers some background to Bond. He has used his current weapon, a Beretta, for a decade, and was previously assigned to standard intelligence duties. M is less than impressed with its tendency to jam, while the armourer flatly calls it ideal "for a woman's handbag". Dialogue also indicates that M has not been long in his post, which might explain his obvious dislike of Bond, something that was not noticeable in the books.

Bond returns to his flat to pack for his mission, but find Miss Trench waiting for him. The shock of actually seeing the inside of Bond's home covers the rather startling matter of Sylvia a) having his address from his business card and b) getting in without any trouble. I appreciate that in olden days people could leave their doors open and not worry about burglars, but spies are traditionally expected to have some security against passing opportunities, especially since Sylvia looks and acts exactly as a honey trap would. Maybe Bond is known as something of a liability, and M wants him in Jamaica where he can do the least damage.

Bond flies to Kingston via that luxury brand Pan Am, presumably served by Christina Ricci on the way, and wanders through the arrivals lounge accompanied by the theme music - the first of a number of inappropriate uses during the film, as though being in an airport were an impossibly thrilling experience. On the other hand, this was 1962. Most people still hid from the Moon.

Bond's driver picks him up, but he quickly deduces that he is an enemy and they have a fight. A poisoned cigarette allows the driver to take the easy way out without talking, much to Bond's surprise, but darker than this is Bond driving up to Government House with the corpse in the back seat and bounding inside, telling the commissioner as he goes "Don't let him get away."

For much of the film, Bond acts more as a detective than a spy, giving him more in common with pulp fiction private eyes than the cliffhanger serial action men or comic-book superheroes he will later more closely resemble. His first suspect to pursue is Quarrel, a local who assisted Strangways in examining offshore islands, and their awkward conversation is unusual for its near-documentary tone.

Monty Norman was hired to provide the music for the film, and based much of it on popular Jamaican rhythms as well as cannibalising a song from an unproduced musical for the James Bond theme. These scenes, of Bond gently questioning and then tailing Quarrel, are notable for their lack of music and restrained sound mix - a major contrast to later example of the genre Bond would spawn. The use of local music, rather than more generic action themes, creates a distinctive atmosphere that in some ways has dated the film, but also allowed it to remain timeless. It exists as an example of a road not taken.

Quarrel turns out to be working with Bond's American opposite number Felix Leiter, so the men pool their resources after a brief fight. One strange detail is comment about Quarrel’s friend Pusfeller, owner of a bar when the men meet. Quarrel mentions that he was tough in the fight as he's used to wrestling alligators. Not, as the book notes, octopuses. At the bar, Bond is filled in on Strangways activities, including stealing some samples from a private island named Crab Key to be tested by local geologist Dent.

Bond spots a woman taking his picture, having previously done so at the airport, and she is intercepted. Quarrel twists her arm to explain who she is, but she does not relent. Again, the violence on display is tough for its time, especially Quarrel’s casual suggestion that he break her arm. In light of Sean Connery's comments in favour of a little domestic violence now and then, this is uncomfortable viewing. Bond muses that whoever is behind matters must be very intimidating to provoke one employee to suicide and another to a broken arm, wondering what there can be on Crab Key that is so valuable. Leiter says that there is little other than a bauxite mine operated by the island’s owner - a certain Doctor No.

Bond visits Dent to ask about the samples, but he says that they were just worthless rock and has since disposed of them. Unconvinced, he uses a Geiger counter the size of a suitcase to test the floor of Quarrel’s boat and deduces - more detective work again - that the samples were radioactive. Someone is operating a large scale nuclear reactor at Crab Key.

He has people killed by locking
them in and waiting for it to rain.

Dent, sweating more than ever, takes a boat to the island where he is shown into a room seemingly annexed from a silent German horror film. This is first true sign of the signature James Bond set design, courtesy of Ken Adam, with Dent perched on a chair in the room's furthest corner - all the better to make him seem small and weak. He discusses Bond's progress with a softly-spoken off-screen presence and is given a large poisonous spider to use for his assassination.

The expressionist style of this set reminds one of such works as The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, but more of Dr. Mabuse. Essentially a nightmarish German version of Professor Moriarty, Mabuse was the emperor of global crime, controlling a seemingly bottomless empire. A modern-day analogue would be that of Keyser Soze - the near-mythical crime lord whose underlings would rather commit suicide than disappoint, and whose presence is only suggested and implied.

That night, Bond finds something unwelcome in his bed, but the sharp-eyed viewer will not miss the thick pane of glass between Sean Connery and the spider, due to the actor's arachnophobia. Had the film stuck to the book, Bond would have been menaced by a centipede with enormous pincers crawling towards his groin. After crushing the spider with his shoe, Bond goes into his en suite. The reason for this in the novel is simple - there are insect guts all over the carpet and he needs to throw up.

Having discovered that the files on Doctor No and Crab Key are missing from Government House, Bond decides the best course of action is to make a date with the secretary at the isolated house. No wonder M's suspicious about him. Bond gets another rendition of his theme as he drives around the countryside, but converse to expectations this cuts out as he finds himself pursued by the silencer gunmen. A flick of the wheel sends their hearse over a steep drop, where it bursts into flames for no apparent reason. The killers' choice of a hearse allows Bond a further black punchline - "They were on their way to a funeral."

Having arrived at Miss Taro's bungalow - giving us another rendition of the theme - Bond turns on the charm and talks her into bed in only a few minutes. Again, the surrounding circumstances would blot out this feat, namely that Bond is kissing, with no little enthusiasm, a mixed-race woman. Shocking stuff for 1962, I imagine. Bond checking his to see if he has time for a quick is less than chivalrous.

Not pictured: Bond jumping up and down on his head.

As if we hadn't guessed, Miss Taro is working for Dr. No, and the police take her away leaving Bond to wait for another attempt on his life. Dent turns out to be less than up to the job, emptying all six shots into a pillow and allowing Bond to return the favour. In the finished version of the film, Dent is only shot twice, but the original version sees Bond empty his gun into the prone geologist's back. Perhaps a little too far that time.

Bond and Quarrel set off for Crab Key, as the story shifts gear from part-travelogue, part-detective story to something akin to a paranoid thriller. Quarrel drinks for courage, which is a delightful racial stereotype, while Bond hears singing coming from over the next dune. The sight is that of Venus rising from the waves in the form of a dubbed Swiss model. Bond actually joins in with the song as a means of announcing himself, which is a pretty smug thing to do. The version of Ursula Andress in her pristine white bikini may be one of the reasons why the Vatican issued a communiqué formally disapproving of the film, although they would probably count themselves lucky they didn’t follow the book, where Honey Ryder wears a belt for a knife - and nothing else.

They seek cover as a boat patrol passes, taking a few potshots at them as they go. Fully informed that Bond is coming, No's organisation seems more monolithic and all-powerful than ever. Adding local folklore that there is a dragon on the island to the mythical build-up that the title character has received would explain why I found the film so frightening when I saw it on Anglia Television in the mid-80s. I distinctly recall being sent to bed early, although I may have been naughty on that occasion, attempting to colour in the wallpaper, perhaps.

Bond's reaction to the story of the Dragon is less respectful than mine was, with the look on his face

indicating that he feels he's surrounded by idiots, or at least people he can patronise for their opinions. He sends Quarrel to fetch his shoes for him before they head inland, passing a skull and crossbones sign on the way, again reinforcing No as more of a force than a person.

Stopping to rest, Honey tells Bond her story, including how a man who looked after her after her father's death raped her and she got her revenge by... putting a spider in his bed. It's hard to see which part of this story worries Bond more, but he shrugs it off with a quip. This puts the film's sexual politics in an odd light. Though violence against women can be justified, as with the photographer, the indication is that the agonisingly protracted death of Honey's rapist was deserved. Again, remember that in 1962, the UK still had a death penalty. Even if rape was not a capital offence, the judgement could be at the time that Honey was serving the public good in shorter order than normal. It's somewhat telling that the scene ends with Honey asking Bond if he is single, and his being rather tongue-tied.

Night falls, and the trio finally encounter the dragon. The image of the strange vehicle in the dark landscape of brush is another intimidating and moody one. The dragon is revealed as an armoured car carrying searchlights and a flamethrower. The latter is used to dispose of Quarrel in suitable grisly fashion before the truck disgorges a number of faceless figures in radiation suits. Bond and Honey are bundled inside and taken inside Doctor No's base. It is at this point that the film makes its final jump across genres, venturing into science-fiction.

Bond and Honey go through decontamination, having been wandering around the island's radioactive environment, and are sent into the heart of the base - a weirdly comfortable spa resort-like group of suites, staffed by cheery nurses that fuss over them and their delayed arrival. Invasion of the Bodysnatchers was a few years distant as they are shown wardrobes filled with clothes that fit perfectly and are invited to dine with Doctor No that evening, just as soon as they recover from the knock-out drops in the coffee they've just drank.

On the way to dinner, Bond reassures Honey that he too is scared, showing that the antagonist’s self-conscious myth-making is getting to him. The same could go for the audience, not knowing what to expect when they encounter the mysterious mastermind who engenders such fear from his own underlings.

Noel Coward as Doctor No.
"You were wondering how much it cost.
One million dollars"

Doctor No himself finally introduces himself, a full 20 minutes from the end of the film, and it is hard to know what to make of the man. Small, slight and with quiet intense manner, Bond immediately starts ripping the piss. The agent receives his very first dry martini, "shaken, not stirred" - informed perhaps by the staff at Bond's hotel? - and proudly describes how the island set up cost him the gargantuan sum of $10 million, stolen from his previous employers in a Chinese Tong society. This figure equates to a cool $75 million in 2012 money, but the island operation still seems a little more expensive than that. Perhaps No is financing himself with that bauxite mine. In the book, the island's bird population was a rich source of guano, sold on at enormous profit.

Having taken note of No's possession of Goya's portrait of Wellington - stolen shortly before production commenced - Bond continues to try to break his captor's facade with barbed remarks about No's metal hands - the result he says of his own unique experiences with radioactivity, while No boasts of his own employer. SPECTRE is the Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion, and No wants Bond to apply for a job, possibly in the acronym department. Bond is less interested in this, provoking No to dismiss him as "just a stupid policeman". This may well hit home, moving Bond to ask if "the toppling of American missiles really compensates for having no hands?" The idea that a Bond villain’s actions are compensation for some other shortcoming will reoccur. No is quick to shoot down Bond's own comments about those believing themselves to be God or Napoleon, but the latter seems rather accurate, what with the prize in his gallery.

Growing tired of his guests, No sends Honey off to "entertain" the guards. The inference is obvious, and Bond leaps out of his chair to defend her as she screams for help. A gun to his head dissuades him from acting further, but this fate seems especially cruel for Honey given her past experience. Given that they know her dress size, why might not they have also overheard her earlier conversation with Bond, tailoring a torture just for her.

This fits with the book's portrayal of Bond's ordeal. He is locked in a cell with a single ventilation grill leading into a maze of eerie echoing narrow tunnels. In the book it is made clear that this is a test to examine Bond's physical endurance, as he is given an electric shock taking off the metal grill before nearly falling to his death, being boiled in a red-hot pipe and then almost drowning. The film makes no comment towards No's sadism, simply forcing Bond to jump through some contrived hoops to escape.

The tunnel exit leads to No's control room and Ken Adam's piece de resistance, the inevitable reactor room set. No is about to topple anther missile, but Bond steals a radiation suit and intervenes, overloading the reactor. Extras mill around as alarms sound and the reactor pool starts to steam, and the audience starts to see where Mike Myers gets some of his ideas. There is another noticeable lack of music as Bond and No fight on top of the platform sinking into the now-boiling pool, with Bond climbing out at the last moment, but No's metal hands fail to find purchase as he sinks beneath the surface, expiring in his radiation suit like so many boil-in-the-bag meals before him.

The book offers a different demise, as Bond commanders a crane on the island's dock as No supervises another shipment of guano, allowing him to slowly dump the contents on the Chinese villain, first immobilising him and slowly letter the pile rise like quicksand until he is completely covered and unable to escape. "You're up shit creek", Bond probably says.

As bits of Doctor No’s base explode, Bond frantically searches for Honey, and some of the minor players are allowed moments in the sun. One beleaguered guard knows nothing and scrambles to get away, while the friendly nurse is dragged from her packing by Bond, who finds Honey staked out over slowly rising inlet. The original intention was for her execution to be by giant land crab, but Honey knew that staying still would act as a deterrent and they would lose interest. The crabs shipped from Jamaica to the studio arrived packed in ice and frozen solid, leaving to half a page being torn from the script. Oddly, there is no mention of her "entertaining" the guards. Maybe the crab spectacle was enough for them and they too became bored and wandered off.

Bond and Honey make their escape in a small boat - whose passengers Bond throws in the sea - as the complex is annihilated by a very large and realistic-looking explosion. They are soon picked up by Felix, who seems entirely unconcerned about the mushroom cloud now hovering over a major British colony, and hunker down in their little craft for a little R&R as the James Bond theme blares a final time and a very brief end credit sequence is accompanied by the bloodied gunbarrel from the opening titles.

So what of the film as a whole? Sean Connery's presence eats up the screen wherever he goes, and Joseph Wiseman is subtly menacing as Doctor No, although the decision to yellow him up for the part could have been avoided since the character is stated to be half-German. The production looks notably cheaper than the smash hits of the time - it cost less than Elizabeth Taylor was paid to star in Cleopatra - and seems much smaller is scope and scale virtually all later outings.

Nevertheless, it is supported by a well-structured script, albeit with a number of holes due to the precedence of crowd-pleasing content over internal logic. The repeated attempts on Bond’s life look a little clumsy, hardly the work of a mastermind like No, while Honey notably performs no function in the script other than to be gorgeous and to avoid having Bond snog Quarrel at the end of the film. It's a promising start, all in all. And takes less time to watch than it took to write this article. 

JAMES BOND WILL RETURN
IN
"FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE"

Previously on James Bond...



Ian Fleming, circa 1960.
Or Benedict Cumberbatch, circa 2040.

In the spirit of getting even more behind and attempting to emulate Douglas Adams's laid-back attitude to deadlines, I'm not watching the next film until Friday. I thought I fill in a little detail before then, just to ease the transition.

The TV version of Casino Royale hardly set the world on fire, but the continued success of the Bond novels meant that there was still interest in exploiting them commercially. A TV series was first mooted, and Fleming wrote storylines for a few episodes, but no-one was willing to finance it. The storylines were recycled for several short stories, since reprinted in compilation form.

The next and most serious attempt came to Fleming via a mutual friend. Ivar Bryce introduced Fleming to Kevin McClory, an independent film producer who had already had some success. McClory owned property in the Bahamas and was fascinated by the idea of shooting a film underwater. He proposed an original Bond film, which Fleming would co-write and he would produce.



The only director to have his own theme tune.

This project took up the next several years, and went through countless drafts with several writers. For some time, Alfred Hitchcock was seriously interested in directing what would have been a major international production with an astronomical budget. It is for this reason that the film eventually collapsed. No one was willing to shell out for it without Hitchcock on board, and he refused to sign without studio support.

Fleming, irritated at the waste of his time and effort, used the storyline for his next Bond novel in lieu of actually writing an original story. The finished book, in which Bond encounters an international organisation of villainy named SPECTRE, headed by one Ernst Stavro Blofeld, who plots to blackmail the world with stolen nuclear bombs, was published in 1961 as Thunderball. Fleming was immediately sued for plagiarism.

Since he had only been co-author of the story, McClory's case against him was solid and ultimately the verdict went against him. Fleming retained the rights to the book, on the condition that McClory and fellow writer Jack Whittingham received acknowledgement on the title page. McClory would retain the film rights. More on this later.

The court case left Fleming exhausted, and combined with a hard-living lifestyle he shared with his most famous character, there had been a considerable toll to his health. He died shortly afterwards, leaving his last Bond novel, The Man with the Golden Gun, to be published posthumously.

Fleming, Salzman and Broccoli.
You can see why people called him "Cubby".

Meanwhile, the rights to all the other unsold Bond material - everything except Casino Royale and Thunderball - was being examined by Canadian producer Harry Salzman. He ultimately signed a deal to buy up not only that, but all future Bond material produced by Fleming, and partnered with Albert R. "Cubby" Broccoli to find financing. Salzman had experience, but Broccoli, being a friend of Howard Hughes and a descendant of the cultivator of the popular vegetable, had the contacts to make things happen. They were turned down by every major studio, but eventually made a handshake deal with United Artists, a smaller outfit set up by silent movie stars Douglas Fairbanks, Charlie Chaplin and Mary Pickford. A holding firm was created and named Danjaq after their wives - Dana Broccoli and Jacqueline Salzman - while a production company was set up to actually make the films. Its name, Eon Productions, showed the scale of Broccoli and Salzman's gamble - Everything Or Nothing.

With Thunderball off limits, the other books were examined as to provide a first James Bond story. Logistics stated that something on a smaller scale but with an international flavour might be best - perhaps a story set in distant Jamaica, with Bond acting as detective and seeking out a sinister, shadowy force...

CASINO ROYALE (1954) - "I'm the fella that was missed"



Barry Nelson as James Bond.

New Year's resolution, whatever.
The first stop in the slightly-delayed Year of Bond is the 1954 television version of Casino Royale. Produced for the anthology series Climax! broadcast on CBS, it was the result of Ian Fleming selling the rights to the first Bond novel to the network for $1,000. It is also interestingly weird for anyone used to the films i.e. residents of the planet Earth.

The film starts with an introduction from the series' host William Lundigan, who takes the time to explain what a baccarat shoe is, but declines to elucidate on the actual rules of the game. The show begins with a title sequence shot down the barrel of a television camera, which adds an appropriately Bondian feel.

The play - and it is a play - begins with someone attempting a drive-by on James Bond of the American Combined Intelligence Service as he arrives at Casino Royale, which he foils by hiding behind a pillar, and then meeting with his contact, British agent Clarence Leiter. Already it seems like we have jumped head-first into a parallel existence. One can understand Bond becoming American, having an awful haircut and even swapping the nationalities, but Clarence? Really? Matters are not helped by his enormous Adam's apple, which looks like he's swallowed an egg.

Barry Nelson was cast as Bond, but may be better known for his supporting role as Ullman, the manager of the Overlook Hotel who interviews Jack Nicholson and shows his family around in The Shining. He's a capable Bond, but looks ill at ease, and fails to give much indication of the man's personality. In fairness to him, the script gives him little with which to work, and even in the book Bond is incredibly taciturn.

He's supposed to be facing the
other way, and walking to the left.

The live nature of the production is betrayed by the action scenes. The opening play for Bond's life is incredibly stagey, and the use of wide angles quickly saps any tension. This will be a recurring problem. There is the first sign of neat writing, with the first meeting of Bond and Leiter starting to actually explain the rules of the game, whilst dropping a few more mindbenders. Apparently, Card Sense Jimmy Bond is a bit of a celebrity, pre-empting the world-famous spy of the later Roger Moore films.

As they repair to the bar to remember their next lines, Peter Lorre is introduced as Le Chiffre. He is perfect casting, looking more like a Bond villain than should be humanly possible, and he has in his employ Valerie Mathis, an old flame of Bond's. Again, there is some deft writing in combining two characters from the book to create something new, while seemingly fulfilling the film noir trope of the girl in the villain's employ taking a shine to the hero. We can already guess that the twist at the end of Fleming's book, that Vesper Lynd was working for the Russians all along, will perhaps be somewhat different here.

Bond and Leiter get acquainted, with Leiter briefing Bond under cover of the latter explaining the game. However, some of the over-the-shoulder shots of Leiter are marred by the sight of Bond's huge neck bulging over his shirt collar, while Leiter notes that Bond won't have to kill Le Chiffre, "if you play your cards right". You get nothing for a pair in this game, so Bond is to clean out Le Chiffre, who is paymaster for Soviet spies in Western Europe.

Even the book says he looks like a toad.

Le Chiffre even has his own Bond villain trademarks, keeping three razor blades on his person as weapons and being constantly accompanied by three bodyguards. Unfortunately, the one called Basil isn't the one who looks like John Cleese. Valerie introduces herself to Bond, who tries to smooth it out in a Cary Grant style as they go to her room. After catching up on a little lip action to some deafening Chopin, Bond reveals that he knows she's working for Le Chiffre and that he's listening in, and tries to turn her to their side while the toad-faced Commie and his cadre of cads try to listen in upstairs.

As Leiter collects the money for tomorrow night's game, there's some amusement to be had at the colossal, paperback book-sized banknotes. One of Le Chiffre's men tries to mug him, when the phone next to them rings. When the manager reaches to answer the phone, Leiter says that it's for him, oh and by the way, could you hold onto this money for Mister Bond? Thank you so much.

Bond picks up the money and proceeds to the game. A call comes through threatening Valerie's life if Bond wins, but he is not to be put off, and settle down at the table. Then we finally break for the first commercial, nearly halfway through the play. Remarkably, everything so far has been played out live and in real time. The only stumble I noticed was when the shadow of a boom microphone follows Bond to the lift.

He's black now, but they didn't find
it necessary to change his name.

The staging of game sequence is disappointingly artificial in the camerawork, with the director favouring long, static medium shots in favour of anything more dynamic. This may simply be a symptom of how television was produced at the time, but the atmosphere is helped by the near total silence, broken only by the croupier's perfunctory dialogue and the occasional gasp from the watching extras. Lorre's performance is perhaps a little too theatrical here, as he favours big movements in sliding the cards around.

Chiffre. Lorre's exit from the table is marvellous, casually saying to Bond, "Well...", and smiling before standing up and barging his way through the observers. The Cleese-alike uses the distraction to poke his cane into Bond's back, revealing it to be a gun, and says he will shot Bond in the spine if he doesn't hand the money over. Bond shoves himself away from the table and gets away, but Valerie has been kidnapped by Le Chiffre's two remaining men.

Bond picks up the cheque for his winnings and secrets it in his room by unscrewing the number plate on his door and squeezing it in behind that. He is helped in this by the enormous spotlight that shines over his shoulder. Le Chiffre arrives moments later, revealing that he knows Valerie work for the Deuxieme, the French Secret Service.

Another commercial, and Bond's been roughed up, but still refuses to give in. You know what that means? They put him in the bath and take off his shoes and socks. Ooookay. Then Le Chiffre pulls out a pair of pliers. What happens next occurs just out of frame, but it seems like pretty tough stuff for the early 50s. Bond is typically intransigent, even if he sounds more like a hard-boiled PI than the famous Simon Templar.

Be honest. You're glad it's not the bit with the knotted rope.

Somewhat carelessly, Le Chiffre has left his cigarette case in easy reach, and Bond uses the razor inside to cut himself and Valerie free. His escape starts to get ridiculous as he fights Basil in the most unconvincing fight in TV history, effectively slapping his arm until he falls down. Le Chiffre follows to investigate and is shot twice. He slumps in a chair, palming the razor from his hat. Bond tells Valerie to call the cops and then...

Um, we go to the end credits. There appears to be part of this missing, especially as the third henchman was sent to intercept Leiter and never comes back. I imagine that Bond wins, though frankly I wouldn't be surprised if he dies of toe injuries.

The real first James Bond. Although
he'd have been a great George Smiley.

The production as a whole is reasonably effective, and makes use of few sets and actors. For its time, it seems an entertaining 50 minutes, and its only with 50 years of film adventures between then and now that something feels wrong. The changes made to the text for timing are understandable, but it's the odd switches in characterisation and tone that stick out. The story ends up feeling more like an am dram film noir than any other incarnation of Bond; even the novel has a more pessimistic European tone. An oddity, and an interesting one, but not necessarily worth your time.

JAMES BOND WILL RETURN IN "DR. NO"

The Teaser

Yes, me again. Disappointing, isn't it?

I've had a pretty quiet summer. My main activity appears to have been gaining weight, thanks to the assistance of a semi-competent personal trainer who had no idea what she was doing. My original trainer is back now, and the weight is sloughing off like skin from a burn victim. She's getting a Christmas present. Patience of a saint, that woman.

The other thing I've been up to, surprise surprise, is watching DVDs, and I've managed to make a big dent in the pile as a consequence. Which has since filled up again with new discs - apart from the copy of if... which never turned up from the Amazon vendor. A circle of hell is reserved for him.

The thing I haven't been doing is maintaining this blog, principally because I have really struggled to think of topics to write about. So, I've had to make something up. I'm going to do a marathon.

Not a running marathon. That would be insane. A DVD marathon. Inspired by the wonderful Adventures with the Wife in Space, I will be undertaking that great right of passage for any true Englishman - I will be watching the James Bond films in order over the course of a year and blogging about them. And possibly livetweeting; I haven't decided yet.

As was announced yesterday, the new James Bond film, Skyfall, will be released at the end of October next year. This will be the 26th screen outing for 007, counting the 23 regular films, the 60s version of Casino Royale, the lawsuit-enabled remake of Thunderball, Never Say Never Again, and the little-seen 50s TV version of Casino Royale. I will be starting in two weeks time, and watching one film every fortnight, leading up to the release of Skyfall, and will try to post as soon as possible my thoughts and comments on each film.

I've been a huge Bond fan for many years, and cannot in fact remember a period when I hadn't seen one of the films. In the spirit of full disclosure, I should say that this isn't the first time I've done this. ITV ran all the films in 1999, conveniently slotting them around my exams, and when I first acquired the DVDs I ran through them from late 2003 to spring 2005. I'd be interested to see if there is any change in my opinions, as well as appending the Daniel Craig films to the equation.

To try to give the postings some kind of structure, I'm thinking of putting in some regular categories that might not have appeared in previous similar compendia. Already, I feel that listing the moments when Bond does something weirdly out of character ("Bond bakes a quiche"), or just weird ("Bond locks a midget in a suitcase"). Any other suggestion would be appreciated. There will also be the usual succession of interesting facts and remarks about how closely each film resembles the source material. A fun visual game will be adding pictures of those nearly cast, with a line of dialogue as a caption so you can imagine them saying it. That does sound like fun, doesn't it?

First off the blocks will be the 1954 version of Casino Royale, a 50-minute production broadcast live on American television. Hopefully, the review will be online sometime on Saturday 19 November. Wish me luck. A final note of oddness. At my place of work I recently saw someone reading this blog. It was the entry about last year's Christmas party and my subsequent blackout. Perhaps I've found the culprit. Yes, you. You will never know when I will strike, and you will never hear me coming. But I will have my revenge. Oh yes.