The Story: As the poster to the right lists, this would be in the "Look Out!" category. You think life at most corporations is brutal? Try getting a job at SPECTRE, the Evil Empire that was the nemesis of James Bond (in lieu of any country—like, say, *cough* Russia, that might accept a movie distribution deal) during the uneasy days of the Cold War in the 1960's.
It's a joke, of course-satire. All the Bond Films, at their core, are. And this scene, set in a stainless steel, efficient Ikea nightmare of a corporate boardroom, has one of the best "jokes" in the series. The brain-child of Ken Adam (the design of which was so simple, it frightened him), the SPECTRE boardroom is its own version of his designs for Bond's killer car, the Aston Martin DB5. That was conceptualized after a particularly stressful and maddening commute with everything a road warrior would need to take out the idiots on the through-ways—cal it "The Road-Rage 5000."
And this room is a CEO's power fantasy, perfect for business functions...and the occasional barbecue. Where I work, they merely escort you out of the room and you're never heard from again. At SPECTRE, they'd be missing an opportunity to send a message about its incentive program: perform or die. In The Right Stuff, Gordon Cooper's wife laments the life of an astronaut's wife as compared to her friends with Madison Avenue husbands: "I wondered how they would have felt if each time their husband went in to make a deal, there was a one in four chance he wouldn’t come out of that meeting."
This is that corporate nightmare made manifest.
Unless, of course, you're "King of the Castle"...and the dungeon. In this case, "Number One" is Bond's arch-nemesis, Ernst Stavro Blofeld. His organization had been mentioned in the first Bond film, Dr. No, and he'd made an appearance in the second, From Russia With Love, doing the same thing he's doing here, pontificating for awhile, griping about business, then giving one of his subordinates a dressing-down, then killing someone else—the real culprit—leaving the survivors to wonder if they brought a change of clothes. He'd do the same "bait-and-switch" in the next film, You Only Live Twice, where Blofeld is revealed for the first time, in the diminutive form of Donald Pleasance (who would be the one-off inspiration for Austin Powers' Dr. Evil).
Ernst Stavro Blofeld. Not the best guy in the world to work for.
Despite the "bring-your-pet-to-work" policy.
The Set-Up: The criminal organization S.P.E.C.T.R.E. (The Special Executive for Counter-Intelligence, Terror, Revenge and Extortion) is having its regularly scheduled meeting presided over by its head (Ernst Stavro Blofeld) in its headquarters tucked away in the back of the offices of The International Brotherhood for the Assistance of Stateless Persons in Paris, France. We follow its No. 2, Emilio Largo (Adolfo Celi) as he makes his way inside. He is late. One wonders what the tardiness policy is.
Action!
Checking to make sure he is unseen, Emilio Largo takes a remote switch and opens an outer door.
A second switch opens an armoured inner door...
...and he steps inside.
An amplified, filtered voice fills the room as he makes his way to an empty seat.
BLOFELD: Number Ten?
BLOFELD: Number Five.
BLOFELD: I anticipated that factor.
NO. 11: To the penny, Number One.
BLOFELD: On the contrary.
Blofeld throws a remote switch...
...and "Number Nine" is immediately electrocuted in a flash of sparks and smoke.
As the criminals react to the shock, Blofeld throws another switch, and the chair containing the dead Number Nine is discretely lowered below the floor.
And emerges again, empty, but no less scorched.
Thunderball
Words by Richard Maibaum and John Hopkins (after "James Bond of the Secret Service" written by Kevin McClory, Jack Whittingham and Ian Fleming)
Pictures by Ted Moore and Terence Young
Thunderball is available on DVD from MGM Home Entertainment
Yeah, Yeah, I can't step away from this without showing the scene from Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery—a direct steal from the Bond films. It always annoys me that Mike Myers is considered a comic genius, when all he's doing is "cribbing." And he's merely made obvious what the Bonds(especially during the Roger Moore era) were sneaking in every movie. It's why the Daniel Craig Bond's have gone so serious, relatively.
and of course, there's this:
2 comments:
Great article - made me smile. Makes one wonder where James Bond villains hired all their staff from in the first place.
GoDaddy, methinks.
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