14 April 2019

"I'm just looking" — looking back on Dr. No

14 April 2019

"I'm just looking" — looking back on Dr. No

Just looking (but later touching): Sean Connery as James Bond in 1962

There's a moment in Dr. No when Bond barks "Fetch my shoes" at Quarrell. Some claim racial undertones, yet I don't believe there was anything sinister in this line. Bond was captain of the mission and would have said it to anyone below him in rank — black or white. It's Bond confident and assured — and Connery is certainly that during his first outing as 007.

Remarkably, this debatable sign of the times is one of the few evident in a 57-year-old film. You'd struggle to find a film from 1962 that still looks as fresh, exciting, and colourful as this. You'd no doubt struggle to find one as gritty, and one that spawned 24 sequels would be impossible.

Dr. No is incredibly violent for its time: the Three Blind Mice brutally slay a woman, Quarrel is set on fire, Bond kills two men by strangulation and stabbing, and he coldly dispatches Professor Dent — pummelling a superfluous bullet into the geologist's lifeless body on the bedroom floor. Bond also gets roughed up and is seen battered and bleeding. We don't see Bond as bloodied at this for another 27 years when Timothy Dalton crawls out from a crashed tanker full of cocaine dissolved in petrol.

Terence Young directs and showcases Connery's panther-like movements in several spanning shots. Having uttered one of the most iconic lines in cinema history, Bond glides across the casino before charming Miss Trench into dinner. Connery looks fantastic; Bond's suits and casual wear are as timeless as the film, and he looks as if he could have just stepped out of 2019.

It's a shame we don't get to see the Connery walk in the gun barrel opening; Blu-ray makes it even more apparent it is stuntman Bob Simmons. Under new HD spotlight, look out for the make-up caked on the Scotsman's forearm in an attempt to cover up his "Forever Scotland" tattoo and the sheet of glass between Sean and the spider.

Many features of this film set the bar not just for the Bond series but also for cinema. Joseph Wiseman is a cracking villain — complete with deformity, Ursula Andress is as iconic as it gets, Anthony Dawson is perfect as the scrawny, slippery, and weasel-like henchman, and the beautiful Miss Taro and Miss Trench make up for the rest of Bond's conquests with significant effect.

We see many firsts that would become staple fixtures of future Bond films: the genius, futuristic imagination of Ken Adam's set designs, the obligatory sacrificial lamb, Bond's one-liners, the ever-brilliant Bernard Lee as M, the flirtatious repertoire between Bond and Miss Moneypenny, and CIA agent Felix Leiter.

Jack Lord is on parallel with Connery for coolness — it's a pity he priced himself out of a return to the series by demanding equal billing with the leading man:

 "Sean Connery and Jack Lord in Ian Fleming's Goldfinger"?


Watching the friendship between Lord's Leiter and Connery's Bond develop could have been fascinating, and maybe even Roger Moore's 007. Yet the constant chopping and changing of this character became jarring, and continuity was never the series' strong point.

We also see a last in the series: Bond singing. Did he do wrong? Well, it wouldn't help to make a habit of it.

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