The plot is, of course, convoluted and beside the point, the title stemming from a Soviet cryptograph machine stolen from the Brits by SPECTRE to sell back to the Brits. It suggest something less than global stakes or world domination, a game of cat and mouse between two adversaries, epitomized in the Bond Girl, Tatiana Romanova (Daniela Bianchi), who is working Bond while unwittingly being worked by SPECTRE. Ostensibly she falls in love with the secret agent despite herself, though her mawkish murmurings of “James” not quite conjuring the necessary lusciousness, hueing a little too closely to Priscilla Presley in “The Naked Gun” territory. Still, the question of whether she will ultimately turn on Bond lingers, adding to the suspense, more the point than the big action
Like the preceding “Dr. No”, “From Russia With Love” was directed by Terence Young, albeit with double the budget. That money shows. When No. 5 is summoned by SPECTRE in the middle of a chess game, it might seem like a set-up for later, No. 5 being drawn into some chess game opposite Bond, or at least an emblem of how such spy games are akin to the Queen’s Gambit, or something, though really it just seems an excuse to show off an ornate set. That sense of lavishness, alas, never quite translates to the bigger action setpieces, a shootout amid gypsies that involves a catfight of the less said, the better, and a speedboat chase which despite a concluding explosion hardly rises above passable. No, like Young found a way to cleverly bend his budget to great effect in “Dr. No”, his “From Russia With Love” works best on a small scale.
That includes his eventual showdown with Red, one set entirely within the claustrophobic confines of a train car where Bond is forced to utilize his each and every advantage, from the Q-approved briefcase to preying upon the heretofore emotionless Red’s sense of greed. No matter how cool Connery might be throughout, here he lets you see 007 sweat, which is not any less right than Roger Moore moving through action sequences like Bobby K. Bowfinger in “Fake Purse Ninjas.” In the end, however, no one, not even Connery, sweats like Rosa Klebb. If No. 3 is essentially told by SPECTRE get Bond or else, her climactic assassination attempt, kicking and swinging that memorable shoe knife is in no way as ridiculous as a shoe knife sounds. Dr. Evil might have rendered Dr. No’s power moot but Frau Farbissina, it turns out, has not counteracted Rosa Klebb. No, in this moment Lenya oozes desperation shading into something like violent resentment that this guy will not just die, virtually flailing as she tries to off Bond, before succumbing to a bullet, the brutal suddenness and finality of death brought to bear, Lenya’s final mannerisms evoking something close to indignant hubris. Me? Dead? Though the playful capping scene between Bond and Tatiana in a Venice canal is tradition, a reminder not things are not so serious, after Klebb’s outro, I couldn’t really take it seriously.
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