People like to say, "oh, it's just meant to be fun, stop overthinking things" when it comes to films with plot holes or leaps in logic, but what they're really saying is because they had fun, the film's sloppiness should be excused -- the sloppiness is a flaw, but should be overlooked. Bang! Bang! You're Dead! (presented in the film without the exclamation marks, and also known as Our Man in Marrakesh) is a perfect example of where a few minor plot holes can be forgiven, because it's all in the spirit of the kind of film Bang! Bang! is. It's a fundamentally silly adventure about a hapless dope who gets to play James Bond for a few days just by being in the right (or wrong) place at the right (or wrong) time, and the few times the film does something slightly inexplicable or unbelievable, it's intentional, in the spirit of the whole picture. It's not a deep movie, nor a must-see, but it's definitely a brisk and amusing romp.
Considering the plot is just a clothesline for the characters' adventures, and the characters are mostly personality, most of what director Don Sharp and writer Harry Alan Towers (using the pseudonym Peter Welbeck) put across is tone. When the dead body falls out of Andrew's closet, it's not horrifying, especially not after Kyra barges in and suggests it's her fiance without her cheery attitude seeming to suffer at all. It doesn't take much for her to convince Andrew to help her cart the corpse out of the building and dump it somewhere; when they arrive at a safe spot, he gets out of the car to find the arm of the corpse dangling out of the trunk. Whoops! It's a film for which the word "shenanigans" was invented, some of which include crucial mixed-up briefcases, the body's untimely return to the closet, and a surprise twist that had me scratching my head at first, only to pay off later in one of the film's most pleasurable lapses in logic.
Other than tone, the film is supported by the chemistry shared by Randall and Berger, which works -- it strikes me as unusual that the leading man would be the floundering, flabbergasted one, while she would be so cool and collected. Randall not only plays naive, but finds the appeal in it, making Berger's attraction to his simple nature more than believable. They have a good sense of timing and rhythm together; a scene of them talking to one another across their hotel balcony is both warm and witty. In terms of the villains, the film naturally comes up a little shorter, given none of them develop into a real threat. As Kinski's role is mostly about looking intimidating, Lom feels more wasted as Casimir, relegated mainly to relaying exposition about his devious plot, although there's an amusing running gag about his beautiful girlfriend Samia (Margaret Lee) undercutting his attempts to be the ruthless businessman. (Keep an eye out for Lom's Pink Panther co-star Burt Kwouk in an extremely brief role.)
As this is a spy spoof, there's a reasonable amount of action, and it is decently staged. Kinski and a band of other cronies chase Randall and Berger across the city in a couple of suspenseful sequences, followed by a brief car chase in the mountains, and there are a few moments near the end where it's hard to tell exactly how everything's going to shake out (possibly more to do with murky plotting than intentional misdirection). The big conclusion is chaotic and possibly a bit rushed in the movie's final moments, but it's in keeping with everything else. The very definition of fun fluff, but, fun first, fluff second.
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