The design, 'humour', directing and script is all very 1960's and I do not mean this as a compliment in this case. Some of these have funny moments but generally they are silly beyond being funny and are just daft for the sake of it. To waste any time here discussing the plot would be to give the film credit that it simply doesn't deserve � the makers owned the rights to the actual novel and could have made a 'real' film but instead the outcome is a film that is more like a load of poorly conceived individual scenes. Things get more confusing as many other agents (also called James Bond) get involved! With only the number of uncredited writers outweighing the number of directors, this film screams 'mishmash' and indeed, it transpires, that that's exactly what it is � a silly mess which amazingly manages to be less than the sum of its parts. With his pure lifestyle and impeccable reputation, SMERSH send an array of lovely ladies after him to sully his image or, if that fails, kill him.
But not THAT James Bond, he is only a mere playboy with gadgets, the real Bond retired years ago but now finds himself approached to come out of retirement to counter the new threat. With the baccarat winnings of Le Chiffre giving them access to a new funding stream, SMERSH is on the rise and only one man can stop them � James Bond.
