And even if you’re in on the gag, this comes at the expense of a wildly sloppy story that saw six directors and numerous writers try to salvage the mess that was made.
The stories surrounding this movie can, and should, be told another day; but the short, short version of why this production was so bad is because the behind the scenes troubles were so great, they overruled any chance of a cohesive story.
By time you reach the end of Casino Royale ’67, you’re either on board with a gigantic, unfocused set-piece pitting secret agents against extras from a Western, or you’re not.