Showing posts with label Pop Culture. Show all posts
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Jan 8, 2011

Spies Are Everywhere: Marvel's Venom Goes 007

In a sure sign that the spy genre has reached its greatest heights since the 1960s, spies are once again invading all corners of popular culture. In comics, obviously espionage is nothing new to the Marvel Universe. This is, after all, the publisher that turned its popular war hero Sgt. Fury into superspy Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the heyday of the Sixties spy boom. Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. have remained integral to the Marvel Universe ever since, and become more so than ever in the last decade. But now the most popular Spider-man villain is being reinvented as a secret agent. 

Personally, I've never seen the appeal of Venom. I prefer the classic Spidey antagonists created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko back in the Sixties. (I've always been partial to The Vulture and The Lizard.) But I'm in the vast minority among my generation. Most comic readers who came of age in the Eighties and Nineties seem to love Todd McFarlane's big toothy monster design. However, I have to admit I am slightly intrigued by Marvel's latest direction for the character. According to Comic Shop News and Newsarama, the new take devised by writers Dan Slott and Rick Remender and Walking Dead artist Tony Moore envisions Venom as a Bond- or Bourne-like secret agent. Of course, this being a comic book (a medium that fetishizes paramilitary gear even more than movies, as evidenced by the famous jumpsuit Steranko gave Nick Fury), he's really more of a Black Ops soldier-boy than a spy-guy (in design, anyway), but Remender still promises lots of espionage and intrigue.

A person becomes the monstrous Venom when he dons a black alien symbiote suite that imbues him with strength and powers--but also tugs at his psyche, making him crazy after prolonged exposure. Rememder is mum on who exactly will be wearing the suit, but he's doing it now for the U.S. government. (Not S.H.I.E.L.D., Marvel's former go-to spy agency.) "In terms of a character who could 007 it up," he told Newsarama, "Venom could one day be infiltrating Utopia to steal some secrets from an evil mutant who lives there. And the next day, he could be gallivanting as a tuxedo-adorned rico suave, hitting up a Casino Royale-type situation in Latveria. He’s going to hop all over the place, and do 007 business wearing the Venom symbiote, and the whole time in a struggle with the symbiote to make sure it doesn’t take control of him, and turn him into the 'real' Venom." 

He elaborated further to CSN: "It's James Bond-style worldwide adventuring with the high stakes espionage, intrigue, fast action and an opening mission that holds the stability of the world in the balance." Okay, that all sounds good to me. But then he adds, "The tone merges the same brand of ferocious hardcore violence fans of Venom would expect with the international high-adventure of The Bourne Identity, globetrotting from bleak Eastern European war zones into exotic Marvel Universe locations like the Savage Land." Eh, maybe it's not for me. I've got nothing against "hardcover voilence" in plenty of situations, but it's never a selling point for me, either. And that phrasing kind of sums up why Venom has never appealed to me before.

Still, I do like that Black Ops Spidey suit Moore has designed, and this is an intriguing angle and part of an equally intriguing trend. Over the past decade and particularly in the last few years, Marvel has been retooling almost all of their characters to be a little more spy than classic superhero. Ed Brubaker started it with his brilliant techno-thriller take on Captain America, and lately we've seen Spider Woman and even The Avengers (as The Secret Avengers–no relation whatsoever to the real Avengers of classic spy TV) reimagined as secret agent comics. On top of all that, characters who have always been spies to begin with like Fury and Black Widow have gotten their own series again recently. Even in the Sixties, spy-mania was never this all-encompassing!

The new Venom debuts this March in Amazing Spider-Man #654.1 by Slott, then spins off into his own series by Remender and Moore.

Apr 20, 2010

New Spy DVDs Out This Week: Our Man In The Jungle

Warner Archive has made the last of the unreleased Tarzan movies available on DVD this week, including the Jock Mahony and Mike Henry entries in the long-running jungle adventure series based on Edgar Rice Burroughs' novels.  What does this have to do with secret agents, you ask?  Long-time readers and Tarzan aficionados will no doubt be aware that the Mike Henry era coincided with that mid-Sixties explosion of Bondmania, when spies permeated all walks of popular culture from movies to TV to cartoons to comic books.  Established pop culture icons of the past and present (Amos Burke, The Shadow, Sgt. Fury, even Fred Flintstone) were reinvented as Bondian secret agents–and the Lord of the Jungle was not exempt from the trend.  Mike Henry (who made a good leading man and a completely credible Tarzan) made his debut as Tarzan not in a loincloth, but in a sharp brown suit, descending the steps of a jetliner at a foreign airport like so many other TV and movie spies.  The year was 1965, and the movie was Tarzan and the Valley of Gold (marketed in some spy-crazy but less Tarzan-savvy territories as Our Man in the Jungle).  Sure, Henry eventually ends up in his regular jungle duds, but not before contending with an assassin in an empty arena in a very cool sequence that could be lifted directly from any number of Eurospy movies.  Read my full review of Tarzan and the Valley of Gold and see pictures of Tarzan in his suit here, and then rejoice that you can now own the movie in a crisp widescreen transfer with awesome cover art (I'm so glad they changed the Archive covers!) courtesy of Warner Archive.  Henry's subsequent entries, Tarzan and the Great River and Tarzan and the Jungle Boy retained some of the spy elements, but not many.  Each movie retails for $19.95, but they're all on sale now for $14.96 a pop.  Or you can get all five titles for $49.95.  All Warner Archive titles are made-to-order on DVD-R. 

Oct 9, 2009

Our Man In The Jungle! Movie Review: Tarzan and the Valley of Gold (1966)

Our Man In The Jungle!
Movie Review: Tarzan and the Valley of Gold (1966)


This is the sort of spy movie that I absolutely love–and that I meant to cover more often when I started this blog. This is the sort that demonstrates just how dominant the spy genre was at its Bond-propelled height in the mid-Sixties. It was such a Juggernaut that it took over other genres of film, and television, and advertising, and more; it permeated every single facet of pop culture to an extent even Harry Potter couldn’t come close to today. As I’ve pointed out before, when Hanna Barbara decided to make a feature film version of their animated caveman series, The Flintstones, they made a spy movie. (Of course!) Because that was the natural thing to do! The Beverly Hillbillies’ Jethro Bodine outfitted his jalopy with gadgets to become a double-naught superspy. And Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, became a secret agent. How awesome is that?

As a lifelong Tarzan fan, I have no idea how the Mike Henry films escaped my attention for so long. I guess they must have come on in the few hours I tuned out of those all-day Tarzan marathons on AMC that I loved so much in my younger days. But during Henry’s tenure as the Ape-man, spies were all the rage and spy tropes informed the jungle films he starred in–none moreso than Tarzan and the Valley of Gold. It’s interesting to note that this film was released in some countries as Our Man In the Jungle. Even the brand-name of Tarzan was supplanted by a familiar spy lexicon! "Our Man" was seen as a better selling point than "Tarzan." Both versions of the title contain those code words that told Sixties audiences that spying was afoot. "Our Man" did the trick (Our Man Flint, of course, as well as Our Man In Havana, Our Man In Jamaica, as well as countless variations like A Man Called Flintstone and That Man In Istanbul), as did the simple word "gold" in the wake of Goldfinger (Goldsnake, Target Goldseven, Operation Goldman to name just a few; even Danger: Diabolik was almost titled Operation Gold Van*).

Tarzan and the Valley of Gold opens with some very Sixties spy titles; the proto-psychedelic pink and purple overlapping silhouettes of Tarzan along with Dr. No-like colored dots combine with the pulsating, Bossa Nova-tinged music (by Van Alexander) to instantly connote 007. Such titles certainly don’t scream "jungle adventure..." not in the Johnny Weissmuller sense, anyway. It’s just as well, though, because we don’t go to the jungle from the titles. Instead, we’re treated to lots of scenic shots of Mexico City as the music continues. The buildings are all shot at canted angles and it’s all generally very spy-like. A jetliner arrives ("Air Mexicana" just so we know where we are, "arriving from Johannesburg, Rome and Madrid") and Tarzan gets off the plane in a brown suit. (Brown was a nice choice on the part of the costume designer; Tarzan wears a dark grey suit at the beginning of the next film, Tarzan and the Great River, and it’s not quite the same.) Mike Henry looks good in a suit and cuts a great Eurospy figure. It’s too bad he didn’t star in any Eurospy movies. At this point, of course, the Lord of the Jungle is indistinguishable from any other spy guy anyway: just a football player’s body crammed into a suit and tie. He travels light, too, carrying just a single briefcase. I thought perhaps he’d packed his loincloth in there, but a later line reveals that not to be the case, so I’m not sure exactly what Tarzan did pack. We never get to find out. As a fan of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ novels, of course I’m aware that the Tarzan of the books was always fully articulate and did indeed sometimes dress as a Westerner and travel outside of Africa. But the Tarzan of the movies is a very different animal (so to speak), and it’s somewhat novel to see movie Tarzan looking comfortable in a suit! (When Weissmuller’s ape-man had to wear one for his New York adventure, he was never comfortable and shed it at the first chance he got.)

Anyway, a driver arrives to collect Tarzan and bring him to meet his contact, a professor. (It’s always a professor.) Yes, Tarzan’s meeting a contact on another continent in this movie for some reason, but you just have to bear with it and remember the times. It was quite natural in 1966 for anyone to be behaving like a spy, even Batman and Fred Flintstone. It’s how things were. Unfortunately, we’ve just witnessed some bad guys killing the real driver and substituting their own man. Tarzan picks up on this quickly because he smells recently-spilt blood in the car.

The driver pulls into a bullring and drives the car into the dead center of the arena. He realizes that Tarzan’s onto him and he pulls a gun, but Tarzan’s too fast for him and punches the guy. Then a sniper shoots him for good measure, presumably so he won’t reveal anything to Tarzan. It’s all very reminiscent of James Bond’s ride from the airport in Dr. No. (Surely a coincidence?) Then, unfortunately, the sniper starts taking shots at Tarzan, who’s a sitting duck in the middle of the arena, surrounded by empty grandstands. Tarzan takes cover behind the car, and Mike Henry deserves a lot of credit for moving like Tarzan here, in a very animal-like fashion. He may be dressed like a spy, but the actor manages to remind us we’re watching Tarzan through his movements.
















Tarzan still thinks like a spy, though, luckily, and he grabs the car’s sideview mirror (which had been shot off) and uses it to blind the sniper in the stands. He then makes a run for it and makes it to the bleachers. While the sniper’s still trying to locate his target, Tarzan has taken full advantage of his jungle-bred agility to maneuver all the way up the grandstands behind him. He then takes advantage of his habitat and dislodges a giant Coke bottle advertisement, rolling it down the grandstands and crushing his opponent. His work here done, Tarzan casually adjusts his jacket in a very Bondian gesture. It would be a pretty great opening for any spy movie, but it’s all the cooler because it’s Tarzan doing all this!

From there we cut to Tarzan’s briefing with M. I know, I know; it doesn’t really make any sense for Tarzan to report to anyone in an office, but once again, that’s the kind of territory we’re in. That’s what would happen next in a spy movie, so that’s what happens next for Tarzan. The M figure (a Mexican police official, it seems) gives Tarzan the lowdown on the villain... and hands him a file with a picture of him for good measure. It struck me as funny to see Tarzan reading a file. Then again, he was wearing a suit at the time, so I guess it’s no different from any other Bond knockoff.

Tarzan also gets a gadget demonstration in this scene (of course), but it’s not his gadget; it’s one of the enemy’s. Mexican M tells him that the bad guy is fond of creating wristwatches and other personal items packed with high explosives. He then demonstrates, setting the watch and observing from a good distance as it blows up–in a very potent explosion for such a small item. Luckily, one of Tarzan’s many jungle skills (presumably taught to him by the apes who raised him) is defusing complicated exploding gadgets–and he uses that skill later on. (Actually, I'm being a bit unfair; he defeats the gadget in a very Tarzan-like way, which is pretty clever.)

Besides reading files and watching watches explode, the gist of the briefing is that a young boy wandered out of the jungle with an amulet engraved with a map to a lost valley containing a fabulous treasure. It’s rumored to be a city of solid gold. Naturally, this watchmaking baddie is interested in getting his hands on that gold. So the elaborate spy intro has actually brought us to a fairly common Tarzan plot: the hidden valley that someone wants to exploit. It’s a race between Tarzan and the bad guy to find the hidden valley, each using their own methods. The bad guy’s methods involve steamrolling through the jungle in tanks and slaughtering all the people at an animal preserve with machine guns, kidnapping the jungle boy. Tarzan comes upon this scene and from here uses his own tried and true methods. "I’ll need a good knife, a strong rope and a soft piece of leather," he tells his Mexican contacts. He doesn’t actually mention that the piece of leather will be his pants; otherwise maybe they would have given him a bigger piece. But he makes do with the small one, accustomed as he is to loincloths. This on-the-spot improvisation, of course, is proof that he didn’t have his loincloth in his briefcase (or his knife), which begs the question: what did he have? I guess we’ll never know. When the astonished Mexican police see him come out in his loincloth, they gape, "You’re leaving like that?"

"The outfit is casual, but practical," Tarzan assures them. He then hooks up with some of his animal friends who have been brought here from Africa (including a Cheetah stand-in called Dinky) and sets off into the wilderness. One might think that Tarzan, raised in the distinctive habitat of the African jungle, would be almost as out of place in the Mexican rain forest as he would in the city, but luckily it turns out that a jungle is a jungle and he’s right at home.

Besides the typical Tarzan jungle beats, though (of which there are plenty) and the requisite stock footage (not sure they got the right continent for that), Tarzan also faces all the modern challenges that Sixties spies faced on a regular basis throughout his jungle trek. Luckily, he knows all about electronics and radios, and uses them to trick the bad guys. He also knows all about machine guns, and he uses one of those, too! Now that is quite the incongruous image, seeing Tarzan whaling on a helicopter with a machine gun, Rambo-style!

Tarzan even improvises his own gadgets. Combining modern weaponry with jungle know-how, he fashions an explosive bolo out of rope and hand grenades. (It took Q another thirteen years to develop such a thing.) Impressively, he then uses that bolo to take down the chopper that’s pursuing him! (It conveniently manages to descend behind a large bush before actually blowing up.) Following that feat, Tarzan even offers a Bondian bon mot (stolen wholesale from From Russia With Love). He picks up the radio receiver and says, "RZ2 to Aero 1. One of your aircraft is missing."

Prior to reaching the Valley of Gold, there is still a beautiful babe to encounter (Nancy Kovack), the aforementioned bomb disposal and a big, Bondian fight with the villain’s grey-suited henchmen in some underground caverns. After all that spy buildup, however, the finale is pure Tarzan: saving that valley from those who would exploit it. Tarzan does so by making the valley’s pacifist residents realize that sometimes you have to fight... especially when your enemy has tanks.

Mike Henry’s second Tarzan outing, Tarzan and the Great River, retains the same spy movie opening, with Tarzan once more flying in in a suit to meet a contact. From there, however, it’s far less spy-oriented than Tarzan and the Valley of Gold. Those wild heights of the spy craze that ensnared even such longstanding icons as Tarzan couldn’t last forever. In fact, they only lasted for a few years in the mid-Sixties. By the Seventies, spies were no longer the dominant genre and even 007 ended up subjegated by other, more pervasive popular genres of the moment. Poor Roger Moore endured the blaxploitation Bond movie, the kung-fu Bond movie and the space opera Bond movie during that decade**, each one highlighting what was popular at that moment (or just prior, 007 sadly no longer being on the leading edge). But in 1966, spies were all the rage, and the result was cross-genre pollination as bizzarre and as sublime as Tarzan reimagined as a secret agent. It was a glorious moment.

Besides ripping off Bondian iconography for The Valley of Gold, there are several other connections between Tarzan and 007 (and spies in general). Prior to being cast as Bond, Sean Connery made a great villain in the best Tarzan movie, the appropriately titled Tarzan’s Greatest Adventure, which I reviewed here some time ago. It’s been rumored that Tarzan producer Sy Weintraub was so impressed with Connery’s performance that he offered him the role of Tarzan, but that Connery turned him down to star as Bond instead. I’ve never been able to find confirmation on that rumor, though, and it seems likely that it grew out of Weintraub offering Connery another villainous role in Tarzan the Magnificent, as reported by Gabe Essoe in his book Tarzan of the Movies. Another screen Bond, however, has confirmed that he was approached to play the Lord of the Jungle! In his autobiography, Roger Moore reveals that he was offered the part, but didn't care for the physical fitness regiment that would have gone with baring his chest so much. He did get to do a Tarzan yell, of course, in Octopussy...

Gordon Scott, who played Tarzan in Tarzan’s Greatest Adventure, went on to star in two Eurospy movies: Danger!! Death Ray and Segretissimo. His predecessor Lex Barker also appeared in several Eurospy movies and a couple of the Sixties Dr. Mabuse entries.

Finally, Phillip Jose Farmer, who novelized this movie (the only film in the series to get that treatment), also wrote the "biography" of Tarzan, Tarzan Alive!, and directly links Lord Greystoke with James Bond in his famous "Wold Newton Universe."

While the screengrabs here are from an old VHS-derived bootleg (the only way to see it at the time of this viewing), the Warner Archive has subsequently released both Tarzan and the Valley of Gold and Tarzan and the Great River in beautiful, widescreen editions, which I highly recommend.

*At least Tim Lucas speculates as much on the commentary track, and it makes so much sense that I’m willing to go with it. Why else would Inspector Ginko call his plan "Operation Gold Van?" The gold was being moved on a train, not a van! But if you look at the other gold-inspired titles flooding the Eurospy market at the time, many named after the operations featured in the films, Thunderball-style, it just seems obvious.

**The genre-borrowing got so out of hand that I would posit that The Spy Who Loved Me was "the James Bond Bond movie," borrowing from 007's own storied past instead of from a prevailing trend. Though many have pointed out that TSWLM is a virtual remake of You Only Live Twice (Raymond Benson was the first to make that case in print, I believe), the result was far and away the best Bond film of the decade.

Aug 5, 2009

COMIC-CON: Movie Review: The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal (2009)

COMIC-CON: Movie Review: The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal (2009)

Director SS-Sunda's documentary The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal enjoyed its U.S. premiere at the San Diego Comic-Con on Saturday night with producer Mort Todd in attendance. Todd explained how he came to be involved with the project. After attempting to secure the license to publish Diabolik fumetti (Italian comic books) in English and failing, Todd looked into what other Italian fumetti sensations were available. He discovered that the skeleton suit-clad sociopath Sadistik (also known as Killing) was available, and ended up buying the character outright. An Italian company then approached him about doing a documentary on the character, and the project was born.

The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal isn’t just a movie about Sadistik (himself a rip-off of–er, variation on the original skeleton-suited sociopath Kriminal, who was in turn a Diabolik rip-off), but about the entire fumetti neri genre so popular in mid-Sixties Europe. Fumetti neri simply means “dark comics,” but it’s great to learn the technical term for all these masked criminals like Diabolik, Sadistik, Kriminal, Mister X, etc. When I reviewed a bunch of these movies in April, I used the term “costumed adventurer” as it was less specific about the characters’ motivations than “superhero.” Whereas Americans preferred their costumed adventurers to be heroic, Italians and Germans gravitated instead toward shadowy figures operating outside the law, taking on the system and getting away with it. Todd speculates that this identification with the “bad guys” is the result of losing two world wars, and he may be onto something there. The movie focuses on the ways in which the comics pushed the boundaries of sex and violence (not to mention good taste) in a predominantly Catholic country subject at the time to Draconian censorship by Church-sponsored morality police. Indeed, the lurid covers and interior artwork showcased in the film are positively dripping with both eroticism and sadism. Unfortunately, the images flash by so rapidly that it’s a bit tough for a non-Italian-speaking viewer to take them all in while also keeping up with the subtitles. (Luckily you can see a bunch at the film's official website!)

Diabolik was the first (and by later standards also one of the tamest–or classiest) of these fumetti neri, and the movie makes interesting points about his creators, the Giussani sisters, using the character to not only embrace the anarchic spirit prevalent in post-Mussolini Italy, but also to overcome–through their escapist male creation–the rampant sexism of the era. The huge success of Diabolik quickly spawned countless imitators who pushed the boundaries of taste as far as they could go. Too far, in fact, resulting in a sudden tightening of censorship on comic books following the brief period of greater creative freedom. Unable to meet the public’s insatiable desire for sex and violence with drawings, director Rosario Borelli and his editor decided to take their latest character, Sadistik, in new directions–as a photo comic. (I'm simplifying here; the documentary goes into fascinating detail about the various iterations of this character prior to the photo novels, as does the producer's website.)

Photo comics were exactly what they sound like: a series of sequential panels of photographs of actors and actresses–complete with costumes and props–telling a story. They were movies on paper, and they were for the most part shot and created by veterans from the world of film. Even the actors came from that world. Future giallo mainstay George Hilton portrayed Sadistik’s relentless adversary, Inspector Grant, in the first eight issues, and other familiar faces from the Eurospy and Spaghetti Western genres popped up again and again. (The actor who played the gangster who casually stops the bullet hole in Valmont’s plane with chewing gum in Danger: Diabolik played one of the main roles in the Sadistik photo comic.)

The considerable section of the film dealing with photo novels is fascinating, since the whole genre is pretty much alien to American audiences save for the occasional film-based paperback. (I think I have a photo novel of Star Wars buried somewhere in my parents’ basement.) Many actors are interviewed, and some took their work quite seriously and remember it fondly, while others scoff at the whole fad and pretend to have forgotten it, as they clearly don’t appreciate a documentarian dredging up that embarrassing part of their career! Sadistik himself is always pictured in his mask except when seen in bed with his girlfriend, Dana–but even then his face is turned away. Therefore, the filmmakers try to build up a big mystery over who it was behind the mask. This bit may play well in Italy if these potential candidates are well-recognized there (the producer said that one of them went on to become the Italian Regis Philbin), but since American audiences have no vested interest in these people and presumably just met them on film, the whole mystery angle fails to generate much intrigue and plays rather tediously. Todd mentioned that the film would be re-cut for American audiences before its release, and hopefully this sequence is one that will be tweaked.

When public disapproval grew for the utterly amoral Sadistik, the producer behind the photo novel attempted to recreate its success with a different genre: a more traditional spy formula. But the James Bond-inspired series (“Don” something... I wish I could remember the full title) failed to catch on the way Sadistik did, and folded after seven issues. This brief snippet of the film really caught my attention though! If these play out like Eurospy movies on paper, then I would love to get my hands on some of them!

Overall, I learned a lot from The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal. It covers a little-known pocket of Sixties pop culture, and for that I found it fascinating. It could have benefited from the inclusion of Kriminal or Kilink film footage, but presumably there were rights issues precluding that. (A potential sequel teased at the end looks like it will focus more on the films.) The filmmakers make a valiant effort to make up for the lack of clips by staging their own filmed recreations of scenes from the photo novel, and their success at creating a suitably vintage feel for these clips is aided immeasurably by the soundtrack (featuring contributions by El Reverendo M, Neuropa and the Charles E. Hall Band), which has an appropriately Sixties Euro vibe to it. If the idea of a masked antihero in a skeleton suit (which is revealed to have been designed by Carlo Rimbaldi!) holds any appeal to you, then you should not pass up any opportunity you have to watch The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal.

Todd hopes for a limited US theatrical distribution (probably at midnight showings) before releasing the film on DVD. In the meantime, fans can slake their thirst for Sixties Euro-sleaze by purchasing reprints of the photo novels through Comicfix, available in English for the first time ever! Todd plans to license the character further. He had with him the prototype for a twelve-inch Sadistik doll (similar to Sideshow figures) complete with skeleton suit and distinctive Sadistik pistol! The doll should be available later this year, and Todd hopes there will be variations in the future with different versions of the suit, including those worn by Sadistik’s unauthorized imitators like Kilink. There are also plans for the aforementioned second documentary, focusing specifically on all those imitators around the world. Apparently the character lived on in South America into the 1990s! Thanks to The Diabolikal Super-Kriminal, he’s likely to live on still all over the world.

Jul 1, 2009

The Beatles Vs. James Bond (Or Blond)

The Beatles Vs. James Bond (Or Blond)

The two biggest pop culture icons to come out of Britain in the 1960s have a strangely antagonistic relationship. It began when James Bond famously insulted the Fab Four in 1964's Goldfinger. "My dear girl," Sean Connery instructed the hapless Jill Masterson, "There are some things that just aren't done. Such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above a temperature of thirty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. That's as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!"

The Beatles got their revenge by taking some potshots at 007 and Bond-style spy shenanigans in their 1965 film Help!, but it was all in good fun. Ken Thorne (who would go on to create the fantastic incidental music of The Persuaders!) composed a winning spy score that took some definite cues from Monty Norman's and John Barry's James Bond Theme. (The instrumentals were available on the American version of the soundtrack album, but sadly not the British one that ended up on CD. The American version was finally issued in 2006 as part of The Capitol Albums Vol. 2.)

In 1967 the animated Liverpudlians found themselves competing with secret agent James Blond for Pussy Galore... er, groupies... on their cartoon show. (Of course the actual lads couldn't be bothered to provide their own voices.) When Paul suggests that they "open the gate and let the lucky girls in," the screaming female fans trample right over the poor Beatles, flocking instead to a beaming blond hunk in a suit.

Paul laments, "Where did our fans go?"

A helpful, lovely meter maid (Rita?) explains, "Over to England's greatest detective... James Blond. Number 0-0."

"Oh-oh-what?" inquires George.

"That's all," says Rita, dreamily. "When the girls see him, they say 'oooh, oooh! Heaven!'"

"It's not fair!" complains Paul. (Perhaps he's still secretly stewing over that "earmuffs" remark.) "We do all the records and films and some dimpled detective gets all the glory!" The Beatles attempt to cash in on some of that glory for themselves by thwarting a crime in Penny Lane... only to discover (after performing the song to an animated music video) that the crime isn't being committed in Penny Lane, but against Miss Penelope Lane! And, of course, James Blond has beat them to it, and he ends up with Miss Lane. Can't the Beatles catch a break with 007?

They finally did two years later, when Ian Fleming's widow, Ann Fleming, expressed a grudging admiration for the Fab Four in a letter to adventurer Patrick Leigh Fermor dated November 7, 1969*:
I am very out of touch, and will write a better bulletin soon: depression is in the ascendant, induced by having to pass what Kingsley Amis has written about Ian for the Dictionary of National Biography, and being assailed by the BBC for material for the Omnibus programme they are doing on Ian - I want to kick them all and burst into tears. Improbably, the Beatles have put my quandary into words - a song that goes

I want to be at the bottom
of the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

How do the Beatles know octopuses have gardens? I thought only I knew that, there must be more to them than meets the ear.
She got the lyrics slightly wrong, but the sentiment is there: Ann Fleming found solace in the music of the Beatles at a time when she needed it, which forced her to reconsider her apparently disdainful opinion of their music. Perhaps James Bond and the Beatles could get along after all?

Not if Bond producer Harry Saltzman had his way. Saltzman still wasn't won over. In his autobiography, My Word is My Bond, Roger Moore recounts an oft-told story about how the producer was displeased with Paul McCartney's title song for Moore's first Bond movie, the 1973 entry Live and Let Die:

When Harry first heard the song, he said he didn't like it but - perhaps reserving final judgement - turned to [composer and former Beatles producer] George Martin and said, 'So, who are we gonna get to sing it?' George Martin diplomatically told Harry that he already had one of the biggest recording artists of all time singing it.
Martin was now scoring Bond, and the Beatles got the last laugh when McCartney's "Live and Let Die" (performed with his new band, Wings) charted instantly and went on to become one of the best-known Bond songs of the entire series, covered over the years by the likes of Guns'n'Roses, Chrissie Hynde, Geri Halliwell and, most recently, Duffy.

A permanent truce was finally formed between the rival Sixties icons via marriage when Ringo Starr wed Bond Girl Barbara Bach in 1981.
As I was in the midst of writing this post, reader 00-Rupe very fortuitously (and entirely coincidentally!) came across the photograph at the top of this article on the excellent Beatle Photo Blog and sent it to me as something that I might be interested in. I was! It was perfect timing! Thanks, Rupe.

*Amory, Mark. The Letters of Ann Fleming. London: Collins Harvill, 1985. Page 399.

Nov 11, 2008

Buffy Does Bond

Here's the cover to an upcoming issue of Dark Horse Comics' amazing Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season Eight comic book series. Yes, that's Andrew looking suave in the tux, the character who once won the allegiance of Buffy-watching Bond fans by declaring on the show, "I like Timothy Dalton!" A previous cover (#9) by the same artist paid homage to The Avengers. This one, issue #23, is scheduled to come out March 8, 2009.