What's up Tiger Lily? (1966)
Country: US/JAP
Technical: col/scope 80m
Director: Senkichi Taniguchi
Cast: Tatsuya Mihashi, Mie Hama, Akiko Wakabayashi
Synopsis:
Woody presents the Japanese spy caper Kizino Kizi under a new screenplay about a secret recipe for egg salad.
Review:
Woody Allen's extraordinary dubbing of an American script over a Japanese Bond imitation is funny for a while, as it parodies the aberrations of the dubbing process, but then one regrets the visual presence of the master and rather hankers after the original film. A very sixties folly, ultimately demanding so much concentration to take in both the anarchically entertaining original and its new irreverent accompaniment ('This Peter Lorre imitation is a strain on my throat.') that it becomes a self-defeating strain on the intellect.
Country: US/JAP
Technical: col/scope 80m
Director: Senkichi Taniguchi
Cast: Tatsuya Mihashi, Mie Hama, Akiko Wakabayashi
Synopsis:
Woody presents the Japanese spy caper Kizino Kizi under a new screenplay about a secret recipe for egg salad.
Review:
Woody Allen's extraordinary dubbing of an American script over a Japanese Bond imitation is funny for a while, as it parodies the aberrations of the dubbing process, but then one regrets the visual presence of the master and rather hankers after the original film. A very sixties folly, ultimately demanding so much concentration to take in both the anarchically entertaining original and its new irreverent accompaniment ('This Peter Lorre imitation is a strain on my throat.') that it becomes a self-defeating strain on the intellect.
Country: US/JAP
Technical: col/scope 80m
Director: Senkichi Taniguchi
Cast: Tatsuya Mihashi, Mie Hama, Akiko Wakabayashi
Synopsis:
Woody presents the Japanese spy caper Kizino Kizi under a new screenplay about a secret recipe for egg salad.
Review:
Woody Allen's extraordinary dubbing of an American script over a Japanese Bond imitation is funny for a while, as it parodies the aberrations of the dubbing process, but then one regrets the visual presence of the master and rather hankers after the original film. A very sixties folly, ultimately demanding so much concentration to take in both the anarchically entertaining original and its new irreverent accompaniment ('This Peter Lorre imitation is a strain on my throat.') that it becomes a self-defeating strain on the intellect.