You Only Live Twice (1967)

A shuttlejacking creates tension between world superpowers and unfortunately Sean Connery's James Bond has been shot dead, bundled up like an Egyptian mummy and buried at sea, but his death is all just a cunning ruse to allow the spy to secretly follow up leads in Japan where for the first time Blofeld shows his face and, thanks to an especially sleazy screenplay by Roald Dahl, 007 experiences all of the oriental delights the Land of the Rising Sun has to offer, including betrothal to a woman, Kissy Suzuki, who spends most of her time in a wet bikini.

★★☆☆☆

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The Fearless Vampire Killers, or Pardon me, but your teeth are in my neck (1967)

You'll come to believe this is never-ending as it, like its title, just goes on and on - a laugh-free parody of the sorts of Hammer Film Productions horror movies that are now parodies of themselves and so don't need parodying, but still this - looking a little like a live action Asterix comic - goes pointlessly, inertly on, with Roman Polanski playing an assistant to a Van Helsing type who hopes to rescue Sharon Tate's damsel-in-distress one night after she is whisked away from a mountain inn by a wicked Count Dracula type.

★☆☆☆☆

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