Lewis Gilbert CBE (born 6 March 1920 in London) is an English film director, producer and screenwriter.
He was the son of music hall performers, and spent his early years travelling with his parents, and watching the shows from the side of the stage. He first performed on-stage at the age of 5, when asked to drive a trick car around the stage. This pleased the audience, so this became the end of his parents’ act. When travelling on trains, his parents frequently hid him in the luggage rack, to avoid paying a fare for him. His father contracted tuberculosis when he was a young man. He died aged 34, when Gilbert was seven. As a child actor in films in the 1920s and 1930s, he was the breadwinner for his family, his mother was a film extra, and he had an erratic formal education. At age 17, Gilbert had a small uncredited role in The Divorce of Lady X (1938) opposite Laurence Olivier.
He began shooting documentary films for the Royal Air Force during the Second… read more
Felt a little shortchanged when it came to Blofeld. His setup seemed archetypal, in terms of minting (or perfectly rendering) a genre convention. But then we spend a lot of time having Bond train to be a ninja ("We'll turn you into a ninja in three days or less--or your money back!"), and having Bond fly Little Nellie (complete with pointless Q cameo--it's funny that Q himself mentions how pointless his presence
in the film is, funny especially that this is recognized at a point so early in the series, that already there are certain "prerequisites" that have to appear in every film, no matter how forced), and spending an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out the secret of the volcano, which seems blindingly obvious from the start ("But where did the helicopter go?" While looking into the volcano crater, slightly puzzled: "It went somewhere ... down there ...").
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