If it's Peter Sellers in a T and Orson Welles in an A, it's got to be Casino Royale, the 1967 James Bond spoof that I've professed my love for on several occasions on this blog. Half-a-dozen directors, a mixed-bag cast, and a nonsensical screenplay notwithstanding, this movie is pure comfort food for me. Plus, I actually find it to be genuinely funny, and it features one of the top-ten soundtracks of all time.
There was talk a few years back about Quentin Tarantino possibly directing the remake. I'll be the first to say I'm glad that never came to fruition.
Well, after an extremely disappointing first quarter, 2009 is rapidly shaping up, and in the past few days I've seen two excellent films from American auteurs, and one indie-comedy (World's Greatest Dad) that is deliciously dark. I'm technically not allowed to speak about one of the auteurist titles, but let's just say it's the latest film from a cinematic godfather. The other, Jim Jarmusch's The Limits of Control, is one of the smartest films I've seen in quite some time. What's interesting is that both filmmakers are working in a very reflective vein, openly addressing other, classic films, and the art of cinema itself. More anon.
This week -- the opening shot of a simple, but somewhat iconic credit sequence. Name it. Submit your answers to this address. Good luck!