Film Illiterate, wherein the proprietor records movies seen, and sporadic progress through assorted lists of the "best". Originally started after regretfully renting something forgettable for the third time. I've forgotten what, but never again! A tedious endeavour since 2005. Hello. 🙂
This spy spoof starts well enough, with an amusing SMERSH plot to seduce a retired James Bond (David Niven) and ruin his celibate image, but quickly deteriorates. Half an hour in, that plot has been foiled, and the focus shifts to another James Bond (Peter Sellers) -- all British agents are James Bond, 007; it keeps enemies on their toes -- who must face off across the baccarat table against Le Chiffre (Orson Welles). This part, the actual Casino Royale part, is tragically short: it's not a tragedy because it's particularly entertaining, but because its end marks the completely dissolution of coherence. The last quarter of the film is a seemingly endless chain of non sequiturs, as Bond, David Niven again, moves from one ludicrous situation to the next, culminating in a fight sequence featuring seals, golf-ball guns, cowboys (on horses) and Native American paratroopers. In the casino.
There are some great gags, but ultimately it's just too stupid.