1967- The Year
You
Only Live Twice, the fifth Bond film couldn't have chosen a more
turbulent and hectic year for its release (Assuming films choose any
such thing). It was a good year for me; both my wife and myself were
born in '67, the year remembered for the Summer of Love. Actually,
however, love was rather thin on the ground; Vietnam was escalating
and the Six Day War ended with Israel occupying the West Bank in
Gaza. Domestically, race riots threatened to tear the United States
apart, while Che Guevara was captured and killed.
Musically
speaking, it was a time for optimism, with debut albums from The
Doors, Pink Floyd and the Velvet Underground (& Nico), plus the
Beatles confirmed their dominance with the legendary Sergeant Pepper
album.
The
sixties tidal wave of technological advancement continued unabashed,
too; the heart transplant, Concorde and the first cryonic
preservation of a human being all debuted in 1967. At the movies,
people flocked to see A Fistful of Dollars and The Jungle
Book, the first Super Bowl was won by the Green Bay Packers and
Elvis married his sweetheart Priscilla in Vegas.
Appropriately
enough, Space was a regular feature in the news that year, with the
Superpowers and the UK signing the Outer Space Treaty and the naming
of the first Apollo crew. Tragedy marred the conquest of space
though; the Apollo fire killed three US Astronauts, and the USSR lost
its first cosmonaut when a parachute failed.
Births
and Deaths in 1967; Kurt Cobain, Vin Diesel, Julia Roberts and the
splendid Jamie Foxx all took their first bows, alongside two future
stars of Licence to Kill,
namely Talisa Soto and Benicio del Toro. Bowing out were artists
Edward Hopper and Magritte, actors Spencer Tracy, Jayne Mansfield,
Vivien Leigh and the fantastic Basil Rathbone. The Beatles manager
Brian Epstein died, as did Otis Redding. The British hero Donald
Campbell died when his boat flipped on Coniston Water during a
World speed record attempt.
The
Music; John Barry's score for You Only Live Twice is a
soaring, evocative work that deserves a place in any top ten – it
really is inspiring, bringing the oriental theme of the film to life.
Nancy Sinatra's rendition of the title track is possibly the best of
the series, rivalling even Burley Chassis (Sorry Dame Shirley) with
her triumphant Goldfinger and sparkling Diamonds are
Forever.
There's
a Plot, right? (SPOILER ALERT)
Wisely, the producers decided to break ranks and depart from
Fleming's original – the previous films had been fairly faithful to
the books, but now it was time for re-interpretation. Roald Dahl
might seem an unlikely choice, but his screenplay helps lift this
outing into the realm of the very best. It's one of my favourites,
largely due to the script.
Here goes; Russia and America are both losing Astro/Cosmo-nauts,
each, quite naturally blaming the other. War seems certain, so, for
some reason only little old Britain can save the day...
Bond fakes his own death, rather ingeniously, complete with burial at
sea – handily, though, he is retrieved by divers and taken aboard a
Submarine where his shroud is cut open, revealing our man is alive
and well. Suspicions point to Japan, so 007 goes to see the local MI6
man Henderson (Played with charm by Charles Gray, later to return as
Blofeld in Diamonds), but he is murdered. Bond kills the
assassin and discovers he came from the industrial giant Osato
Chemicals. On the run from the Osato HQ, Bond is rescued by the
lovely Aki, who tricks him into falling, literally, into the office
of Tanaka – Japan's wily answer to 'M'. Ah so!. Bond then goes back
to Osato posing as a businessman, but Osato sees through 007's cover
and orders the sexy Helga Brandt (Karin Dor) to kill him.
After some malarkey with a helicopter and a magnet, Brandt (Still
sexy) manages to fail to kill Bond in a confusing plane sequence and
ends up being fed to the piranhas. Who owns the fangy fish? - why,
Blofeld of course. (Here played by Donald Pleasance, the evil SPECTRE
mastermind is the quintessential Bond baddie – see the Austin
Powers movies for satisfyingly funny proof.)
Rather than just ask for any old helicopter, Bond sends for trusty
old Desmond Llewellyn – yes, it's the 'Q' sequence, and what a
sequence!. Pernickety as ever, Q has brought Little Nellie, which
turns out to be a build-it-yourself miniature Gyro-copter – (If you
are the one person living in a cave that hasn't seen this film, its
worth it for Little Nellie alone) A look around the volcanic
landscape of the area – and a dogfight with helicopters later and
Bond is sure something's dodgy about the area. The Soviets lose a
capsule to SPECTRE, ramping the tension up a notch, but our man is
now busy training – for some reason – to become both Japanese and
a Ninja to boot. Even using the cover of a newly wed couple, this has
to be one of the silliest plot devices in a Bond film, with Sean
Connery ending up looking like a six foot tall member of the Three
Stooges in a kimono. Moving on...
Bond and his new 'wife' Kissy Suzuki (!) find out that what seems to
be an innocent lake in a dormant volcano is; ta-daaa! Blofeld's
secret base, complete with retractable metal roof, mono-rail,
heli-pad and rocket launching/recovery facility. Yes, the
now-legendary Ken Adam's $1,000,000 set really does deserve its place
in the hall of fame – the gigantic set the perfect backdrop to
Blofeld's maniacal scheme...
Bond sneaks in, rescuing the Astro-men, but is rumbled by Blofeld,
whose own rocket is poised to capture the American space capsule,
ensuring US nuclear reprisals against the Russians. Luckily, Bond has
a rocket-firing cigarette and uses it to cause mayhem as he opens the
hatchway to allow Tanaka's ninjas to abseil into the base. An enraged
Blofeld shoots the hapless Osato, Tanaka saves Bond from a similar
fate by flinging a shuriken* into Blofeld's wrist. Bond hits
the self-destruct on Blofeld's rocket, Blofeld hits the self-destruct
for the base. BIG old explosion; the surviving good-guys swim for it
and are saved by submarine. Hooray!.
Toys for the Boys
YOLT
features a smattering of gadgets
throughout; from Bond's safe-breaking gizmo and Little Nellie to the
arsenal at Tanaka's Castle of Ninjas. Among the fun-stuff there is
the previously-mentioned rocket-fag and some rather high-tech looking
rocket guns; actually Gyrojet pistols and rifles. Made in the USA,
these featured gas propelled projectiles, but were notoriously
inefficient – one round would blast through a target whereas the
next might simply fall to the ground hissing furiously. Elvis Presley
owned one of the pistols in his collection.
Slightly older-school were the Katana swords and the shuriken, ** known as 'Ninja-Death Stars' amongst British children of my generation, but originally intended as distraction weapons. Thrown to the face or chest, these sharpened metal stars would cause terrible injury, allowing the user to either escape or draw his sword to finish the job.
Slightly older-school were the Katana swords and the shuriken, ** known as 'Ninja-Death Stars' amongst British children of my generation, but originally intended as distraction weapons. Thrown to the face or chest, these sharpened metal stars would cause terrible injury, allowing the user to either escape or draw his sword to finish the job.
Unlike the previous outing, Bond's trusty Aston is not seen. However,
(the lovely) Aki drives a real stunner; a Toyota GT2000. Originally a
hard-top, the producers felt the car unsuitable for filming, hence
the convertible model seen in the film. (In addition, I heard rumours
of Connery banging his head on the roof of the original and demanding
a replacement.)
So there it is; a fantastic, exotic and timely adventure that
certainly stands the test of time. Granted, the deference of the
women seems quaint, as does the notion that, once more only a British
agent can save the World. This was Connery's last film as Bond... at
least that was his intention. Tired of the pressure of the role (He
was even hounded in the bathroom by Japanese reporters), unhappy with
the amount he was paid and keen to prove himself as a widely capable
actor, Sean Connery announced his retirement from the Secret Service.
Happily for us, his retirement was temporary...
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