Man that whole album takes me back. My dad bought that soundtrack album for the cover art. He was a SCUBA nut and collected everything SCUBA he could get -- even including Van Halen's Diver Down -- just for the cover art.
I didn't see the 1965 film until much later -- I was 5 when it came out -- but I got the story from Mad Magazine: They drafted cartoon panel versions of every "M" rated film so that us kids could get the gist of the stories. You could say that I grew up around the music on that album. I think my brother and I played the LP more than he did. Like I said, he bought it for the cover art.
The first Bond film I saw was Diamonds Are Forever when I was 11. My dad took my brother and me to see it. Dad was so excited that Sean Connery came back to play Bond (he never accepted the other actors as "real" Bonds). Of course my mother didn't go. She didn't exactly approve of his taking us along either.
Interesting sidebar: The underwater scenes were directed by Ricou Browning (for which he won an Oscar). Browning was already on my radar as a preteen because he had played the Gill-man in the Creature From The Black Lagoon series in the '50's. Browning's other credits included Flipper and also co-creating Weeki-Watchee Springs in Florida -- a place I saw in 1968 on a glorious family road trip. I just learned that Browning is still alive (b. 1930) and he is the last surviving Universal Pictures Horror actor.
More Thunderball cover art discreetly below the fold:
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I need to retrieve that LP from brother, frame it, and hang it in my man cave.
You have a man cave? Dude!
Weeki-Watchy was all about the mermaid watching, right?
Wouldn't you wather Wookie-Watchy?
Cool book cover, so innocent for being so racy.
My sisters and I used to play my mom and dad's albums, and my mom's 45s from the Fifties. When I asked my sister if she wanted any before I donated them, she chose her old Bobby Sherman. I chose South Pacific. The stack is still there, but I have the South Pacific with me.
Deborah: I recall you adoring "South Pacific" years ago at Trooper York's.
Hard To Believe
Hard to believe
It's the first day
Of the last month
Of winter
Hard to believe
You've made it
This far
Through winter
Which is both
Respite
And test
Soon you'll have to
Stretch
Wake up
With the wakening time
And start to live
Again
Excellent, ricpic. Especially like winter being both respite and test. So true.
You have an excellent memory, chick. I don't remember that. I saw the movie again for the first time since I was a teen, and it was excellent. I watched it with my sister and was chuckling throughout. Even better than I remembered. And Rossano Brazzi, ooh-la-la.
deborah said...Cool book cover, so innocent for being so racy.
The redhead has dimples of Venus.
Where do you comment under the name of "sometimesabanana" deborah? I'd love to read what's delivered under that that nom de plume.
The phrase “Sometimes a banana is just a banana” is used in an early Saturday Night Live sketch, as follows:
... bearded, bespectacled Sigmund Freud enters, places a cup of tea on a table beside the easy chair, pulls a book from a bookcase and, while thumbing through it, makes his way to the easy chair. He sits and reads. His young daughter, Anna, enters, taps him on the shoulder and climbs into his lap. They speak with heavy Viennese accents:]
Sigmund Freud: Hello, Anna. How did you sleep, Liebchen?
Anna Freud: Oh, I slept very well, Papa. You know, I had the strangest dream, though. I dreamt about a man who looked just like you.
Sigmund Freud: [sipping tea] Mm hm.
Anna Freud: He had a beard just like yours. And he was old enough to be my father.
Sigmund Freud: Ya.
Anna Freud: I couldn't figure it out. And then, he was sitting on your bed, Papa.
Sigmund Freud: Uh huh.
Anna Freud: Along with all my male cousins. And they were all bound and gagged except for one arm. And everybody was bare naked.
Sigmund Freud: [gets increasingly "turned on" as she proceeds] Mm hm.
Anna Freud: And they had bowls of fruit in their laps, you know?
Sigmund Freud: Mm hm.
Anna Freud: And everybody kept offering me a banana. I was not hungry for a banana, though, you know? Except when the man with the beard offered me the biggest and ripest banana. [Sigmund shifts uncomfortably and sets down his tea cup] Oooh, Papa, that was the only banana I ate. Oooh, and then the bed turned into a train, Papa.
Sigmund Freud: Ya?
Anna Freud: And it went through a tunnel. And we came out of the tunnel [Sigmund holds up his trembling hand as if he is about to grab Anna's torso] and then I fell and I fell and I fell and the man with the beard fell and fell and fell. [abruptly] And then we both smoked a cigarette. [Sigmund lowers his hand and cools off considerably] Papa, what did that dream mean?
Sigmund Freud: It doesn't mean anything, Anna. It's only a dream. Sometimes a banana is just a banana. Anna?
Anna Freud: Yes, Papa?
Sigmund Freud: Please don't mention this to Mama.
Anna Freud: [toys with his necktie] Oh, I won't. [They give each other a hug.]
Announcer: This has been another [dissolve back to the title graphic] Great Moment in Herstory!
http://snltranscripts.jt.org/75/75oherstory1.phtml
Do you remember commenting under Commenter Memories at Ty's things-are-not-as-they-seem-place under the name "jungatheart" deborah?
Oh my, those were the some verrrrry/vary interesting times.
Are you sure that's not a single mole? But I think you are probably right. You have an eye for detail.
No I didn't remember that, MamaM. Seems I have a one track mind, and not a great memory.
Speaking of Dr. Sziggy Freud, the greatest last line in literature, period, is delivered by Dr. Spielvogel to Portnoy after Portnoy has been psychically undressing on the doctor's couch for the preceding two hundred odd pages:
Dr. Spielvogel: Now vee shall perhaps to begin, yes?
Still curious as to where someone with a one track mind comments as sometimes a banana?
Dr. Spielvogel: Now vee shall perhaps to begin, yes?
That's from "Portnoy's Complaint." I never read the book, but do recall my mother having it and loaning it to a neighbor. He remarked that he should have returned it to her wrapped in plain brown paper. Those were the days, my friend!
Game bird. Who knew?
I read that book back in the day - yep, it's filthy. And funny.
I have a friend named Courtney. I call her Courtnoy. She does not get that reference. I am older than her parents, so that might be why...
I started PC when I was a teen but only read the very beginning. Up to the LIVER and his mother's overbearingness, but thought it self-indulgent and sensational for the sake shock value. Was not a prude, just hit me the wrong way.
After the looking into the dark side of the Althouse Animus, with previous presentations as "jungatheart" and present ones showing up sometimes somewhere as a banana", I encourage consideration of the following as fresh future possibilities:
BowenintheWind
Rogerthat
Berne'ntheGameboard
What to do with JordonP, first introduced at Levity via a video post by deborah back before his book of Rules came out?
RulewithJordon
NotOK2Bweak!
Found your swinging chirbit over at Althouse today, chickelit, which made me smile along with the boring iceholes. It seems Lem was one of the few with the levity needed to appreciate the turning required to create the hole!
The "single mole" is cute too. Almost as intriguing as the dimples and as good as boring iceholes.
Still and all, it's ricpic's hard to believe turn of the page that takes the cake.
Thanks, MamaM!
deborah said...Are you sure that's not a single mole?
If so, it's really well placed. I mean the right one is less defined, so you could be right. But I think that they are indeed Venusian dimples.
The word origin of "dimples of Venus" begs for some etymology, especially given at that the SuperBowl had a commercial delineating the four distinct Greek words/ideas for "love."
Sidebar: When we saw the commercial live, I said (first) "Eros"; my wife said "Agape".
I agree, you're probably right.
Cute about you and Mrs. B. Comfy and cozy.
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