I may be the only reviewer who's actually read the book this film is (very VERY loosely) based on. The author? The one and only Ian Fleming, most famous for inventing James Bond.
His children's book is a classic -- a spy story, in which the parents ( Caractacus and Mimsie) are married, the children are kidnapped by gangsters and prevent a crime, and the car gradually reveals its secrets to the entire family. It's a wonderful tale, masterfully told.
And then there's the film.
Unlikeable characters + un-hummable songs + an inane storyline = two hours of your life wasted.
I first saw the film as a child back in the late 1960's, and then again a few nights ago. I thought perhaps I'd mis-remembered how bad it is, but unfortunately it's still truly dreadful.
His children's book is a classic -- a spy story, in which the parents ( Caractacus and Mimsie) are married, the children are kidnapped by gangsters and prevent a crime, and the car gradually reveals its secrets to the entire family. It's a wonderful tale, masterfully told.
And then there's the film.
Unlikeable characters + un-hummable songs + an inane storyline = two hours of your life wasted.
I first saw the film as a child back in the late 1960's, and then again a few nights ago. I thought perhaps I'd mis-remembered how bad it is, but unfortunately it's still truly dreadful.