Ahead of the release of Kingsman: The Golden Circle, here are five spy films whose mission objective is to just have fun.
James Bond may be the world’s number one spy but its hard not to notice that the film translations of Ian Fleming’s classic espionage stories have become a lot more straight-laced than they used to be.
It’s no bad thing but sometimes you just want a bit of a laugh, right?
Thankfully, these five things provide exactly that…
1. Kingsman: The Secret Service
‘It started in a pub with Mark, and we were drunk. We sort of were complaining about how spy movies had become really quite serious. We said, ‘Let’s do a fun [one].”
From director Matthew Vaughn, the first Kingsman film put the vice back into the secret service.
The film itself is rude, crude and violent. It’s also blackly comic, stylish and pleasingly British – save for a deeply OTT Samuel L. Jackson.
Whilst Kingsman is undeniably fun, adapted from Mark Miller and Dave Gibbons’ comic book of the same name, it occasionally goes too far in its quest for anarchy. A crass concluding note is near-unforgivable.
A very Vaughn film, Kingsman did, however, give us Colin Firth as an umbrella-wielding kick ass for which we will always be grateful.
Given the right material, Melissa McCarthy can deliver some barnstorming comedy. From Bridesmaids‘ Paul Feig, Spy was the right material.
McCarthy plays Susan, a 40-year-old, desk-bound CIA employee and fanatic of her dashing stereotype of a field agent Bradley Fine (Jude Law). When every CIA agent in the world has their cover blown, Susan rises to the job as literally the last resort.
Spy is as delightful as it is refreshing. Feig’s script prods well at Hollywood’s stereotypical response to women in their forties, whilst both mocking and embracing the common tropes of the spy genre itself.
It also stars Jason Statham in his best – certainly funniest – performance ever.
3. Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery
From its groovy (baby) and iconic opening onwards, the first, and best, Austin Powers film nailed a fun approach to spy-cinema with references, mockery and kitsch aplenty.
Mike Myres indulges himself and his anglophilia beautifully as Powers (oh behave!) but its supporting characters Dr. Evil (also Myres) and Basil Exposition (Michael York) that steal the parody.
Well over ten James Bond nods are worked into the, largely repetitive comedy, script, including Dr. Evil’s shark tank – modelled on Kananga’s in Live and Let Die, right through and Vanessa (Elizabeth Hurley) Kensington’s Honey Ryder bikini.
Carrie Fisher plays a therapist and 007-himself, Daniel Craig, has accused it of messing up the Bond series.
4. Carry On Spying
The last black and white Carry On film and the first to star Barbara Windsor, here’s a comedy with a place in history.
It took the Carry On team all of two years to spoof the first appearance of a James Bond film in 1962. In a rare-leading role, Kenneth Williams heads up the cast as the hopeless agent Simpkins: ‘That’s Simkins. I wish the other side would make a good offer’.
As per the norm with the popular comedy troupe, it’s not subtle – Windsor plays Daphne Honeybutt, code name: Brown Cow – but it is funny and does feature the wonderful Bernard Cribbins.
Charles Hawtrey plays Charlie Bind in the film, but only because MGM objected to the name James Bind. Funnily enough, they didn’t approve of his original rank – 006 1/2 – either, thus forcing a change to 00 oh…
Best gag? There’s plenty but this tops them:
Charlie: Somebody tried to shoot me!
Charlie: In the Schnitzelstrasse.
Simkins: Ooh! Sounds as if it might be very painful…
5. What’s up, Tiger Lily?
Woody Allen’s directorial debut as a feature film director wasn’t meant to be Woody Allen’s directorial debut as a feature film director. This being the reason that the film itself is such a mixed bag.
What’s up, Tiger Lily saw Allen, along with a team of co-writers, re-dub the 1965 Japanese James Bond knock-off/parody Kokusai himitsu keisatsu: Kagi no magi from director Senkichi Taniguchi. Altering the original story, Allen’s mockery sees an international spy, Phil Moskowitz, recruited by by the Grand Exalted High Majah of Raspur (“a nonexistent but real-sounding country”) to find a stolen secret egg-salad recipe.
As Allen puts it himself in an early cut-in: ‘They wanted, in Hollywood, to make the definitive spy picture and they came to me to supervise the project…’
It’s loaded with Asian stereotypes but manages to raise some genuine laughs by virtue of Allen’s sharp ear for wit. Did you know that Gone with the Wind was, too, a Japanese film re-edited?
The main let down here is a bizarre studio intervention that saw Allen’s intended one-hour television film dragged out into an 80 minute picture with dodgy musical interludes from The Lovin’ Spoonful.
The one positive is that it did, at least, convince Allen of the need to take creative control over his films in future.
Or, I mean, you could just watch Goldfinger.