Sean Connery in You Only Live Twice (1967)

Who is your favourite James Bond? My formative years coincided with the Roger Moore era so I tend to regard him as my favourite Bond, with Live And Let Die my favourite Bond movie. However, the definitive Bond, the one with the correct measure of roguish charm and cool sophistication, rugged masculinity and sex appeal, but also gifted by the stylistic elements of the Sixties (was there a cooler car than the 1964 Aston Martin DB5 driven by Bond in Goldfinger?), has to be the recently-deceased Sean Connery.

Connery made seven Bond movies beginning with 1962’s Dr No but today I’m looking at the fifth in the series, 1967’s You Only Live Twice, which particularly thrilled me as a kid (despite connoisseurs generally comparing it less favourably to its predecessors). With screenplay by one Roald Dahl, it is the first James Bond film to discard most of Ian Fleming’s plot, using only a few characters and locations from the book as the background for an entirely new story. In the film, Bond is dispatched to Japan after American and Soviet crewed spacecraft disappear mysteriously in orbit, each nation blaming the other. The Secret Service suspects a third party, however, and Bond travels secretly to a remote Japanese island to find the perpetrators. He comes face-to-face with Blofeld (Donald Pleasence), the head of SPECTRE, which is working for the government of an unnamed Asian power to provoke war between the superpowers.

Director Lewis Gilbert, producers Cubby Broccoli and Harry Saltzman, production designer Ken Adam, and director of photography Freddie Young spent three weeks in Japan searching for locations, with SPECTRE’s extinct volcano headquarters being a particularly good find. The group was due to return to the UK on a BOAC Boeing 707 flight on 5th March 1966, but cancelled at the last minute after being told they had a chance to watch a ninja demonstration. That flight crashed 25 minutes after take-off, killing all on board: such a lucky decision for the party and their families, and also for the entire future Bond franchise.

John Barry produced the score, and (as is typical with John Barry) the result was sensational: the incidental theme music, and Nancy Sinatra’s stunning main theme song, knit the elements together so well. Those elements include all the usual tropes: car chases, fights, assassination attempts, love action and glamorous Bond girls (notably the beautiful Kissy Suzuki, played by Mie Hama), gadgets and gismos (including bullet-firing cigarettes and a heavily-armed gyrocopter), and witty one-liners. However, the movie is also having an obvious love affair with Japan, and so as well as a whole lot of ninja action, we get some sumptuous Japanese landscapes and ceremonies.

The whole thing is of course majestically absurd but stonkingly good fun. Here is a nice montage of clips from the movie alongside Nancy Sinatra’s winning theme song.

Bond, Tiger Tanaka, and Kissy Suzuki

Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (1798)

Although I am a confirmed land-lubber, the sea holds a fascination for me. There’s something quite horrifying about being in the middle of the ocean, with no land visible in any direction and untold depths below, and being in a vessel whose fortune is dictated by the forces and whims of Nature. Of course, my own experiences of being in the middle of the sea have been limited to very safe, reliable and generally nature-defying cruise ships, so I’m not claiming any real experience of the above. I’m really thinking about those incredible sea adventurers of yore, like Cook or Magellan, or those gnarly men who would go to sea for years on end in pursuit of whales (see my blog about Moby Dick here). Or the man depicted in Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

Coleridge’s epic poem was published in 1798 in Lyrical Ballads, the poetry collection in which he collaborated with William Wordsworth (and which marked the beginning of British Romantic literature). For a volume that represented a new modern approach to poetry, it is ironic that this particular poem seems pre-modern in its gothic setting, archaic spelling and supernatural mood; perhaps he thought it was just too good not to be included.

The narrator is accosted at a wedding ceremony by a grey-bearded old sailor who tells him a story of a voyage he took long ago. The wedding guest is at first reluctant to listen, as the ceremony is about to begin, but the mariner’s glittering eye captivates him, and he simply has to listen. The mariner’s tale begins with his ship departing on its journey. Despite initial good fortune, the ship is driven south by a storm and eventually reaches the icy waters of the Antarctic. An albatross appears and leads the ship out of the ice jam in which it was getting stuck, but even as the albatross is fed and praised by the ship’s crew, the mariner shoots the bird with his crossbow.

Oh dear: bad luck! The crew is angry with the mariner, believing the crime would arouse the wrath of the spirits, and indeed their ship is eventually blown into uncharted waters near the equator, where it is becalmed.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The sailors blame the mariner for the torment of their thirst and force the mariner to wear the dead albatross about his neck.

Frontispiece by William Strang, 1903

The mariner endures a fate worse than death as punishment for his killing of the albatross: one by one, all of the crew members die, but the mariner lives on, seeing for seven days and nights the curse in the eyes of the crew’s corpses, whose last expressions remain upon their faces.

Eventually, this stage of the mariner’s curse is lifted and he begins to pray. As he does so, the albatross falls from his neck and his guilt is partially expiated. It begins to rain and his own thirst is slaked. The bodies of the crew, now possessed by good spirits, rise up and help steer the ship home, floundering just off the coast of the mariner’s home town. The mariner is rescued but as penance, and driven by the agony of his guilt, he is now forced to wander the earth, telling his story over and over. His current rapt listener, the wedding guest, is just one in a long line…

If you have a spare half an hour, and you haven’t yet heard the full Ancient Mariner story, you could do worse than listen to Ian McKellen recite the entire thing here!