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OSS 117: Cairo Nest of
by Tony Medley
If comedy is hard, satire
is harder. Saturday Night Live is the king of satire on Television, but
a very low percentage of what SNL puts on the air achieves its purpose.
Even then, the comedy is only fresh for a few minutes. Who would want to
watch a 90 minute debate between their Presidential impersonators. 5-7
minutes is funny. 90 minutes would be deadly.
So it is with this satire
of Sean Connery’s James Bond movies. This thing lasts for 105 minutes
and they are excruciating minutes, indeed. Jean Dujardin plays Hubert
Bonnisseur de La Bath, alias Agent 117. Dujardin is almost a dead ringer
facially for a young Connery. Since the dialogue is in French, it’s
difficult to determine the quality of the bon mots. But one of the main
problems of this satire is that the Connery Bond films were satires in
themselves. There have only been a few Bond films that were any good,
and they all were Connery films. The ones that stood out were “From
Russia With Love” (1963) and “Goldfinger” (1964). “Dr. No” (1962) was
the first of the Bond films made by Connery. Producer Cubby Broccoli was
just feeling his way in that one, but I’d rank it #3 on the list. After
“Goldfinger,” Connery wanted out, so they reduced his role and
substituted spectacular special effects and the scripts and acting
So director Michel
Hazanavivius is left with trying to poke fun at something that was
already poking fun at something. That’s a tough order. The result is
pretty silly and totally uninvolving. There was only one scene that I
thought exhibited real humor, and it was over in a trice. That’s not
much when you’re sitting through almost two hours of a film.
Exacerbating the agony, I saw it in The Landmark Theater’s “Living
Room,” a screening room with only 30 seats, all of which are supposed to
be “comfortable” couches. I found them the antithesis of “comfortable.”
There’s really no coherent
story, just Agent 117 confronting a lot of bad buys and beautiful women,
always with a smile on his face. This was a waste of two perfectly good
May 25, 2008