This is DRYDEN, he is a British agent and very probably a fag. A middle-aged white dude gets out and walks to the door. The building is evidently a bar in a side street somewhere in Eastern Europe. A car draws up to a building from screen left and halts at the door. OT commentary: We open in black and white - yeah, black and white! First change, no gunbarrel yet and black and white is art, yeah? Christ melonfarmer, I could eat myself up alive and frequently want to do exactomondo f'in that, ya dig? Anyhoo, black and white - and shades of deep, deep f'in grey, it's like an art film, y'know? Like a DW Griffith or Un Chien Andalou by that dead french guy and that dago fag with the moustache. Y'know it had all got a little stale and the sort of thing Jean-Jacques Rousseau would have called f'in meh, homie, so it needed a ing injection of cool, y'know?.Ĭhapter 1: Absinthe make the heart grow fonder, and s up the brain pretty good. It was just too ing cool to get Bond and do cool with it. Hey, you too cool mothers, I'm Quentin Tarantino - y'know, like, cool - and welcome to the Director's commentary on the DVD blu-ray thing for my Casino Royale vol.