Sit down and pay attention, Double-oh Seven. We’re starting a new series here at MMM6 and it involves one Mr. Bond. James Bond. Yes, our new series, elegantly titled “Get ‘em, Jimmy!”, deals with that super-spy of super-spies, the man who can rock a tuxedo better than anyone while ordering a watered-down martini (they’re SUPPOSED to be stirred, so the ice doesn’t chip and melt too fast), and a character who has been portrayed by six different actors (seven if you count David Niven . . . but we don’t talk about that. Much), representing all the countries in the United Kingdom. This is a film franchise that has spanned half a century and 24 films (26 if you count the first “Casino Royale” and “Never Say Never Again”) and that’s not including the one coming out in 2020. The Bond films have been a major part of our movie-going experience for generations. In this series, Mike and I will be discussing the highs and lows of the franchise, alternating the best of Bond with the worst of Bond. The Bond films are the proverbial pretty little girl with the pretty little curl right in the middle of her forehead; when they’re good, they’re very, very good, and when they’re bad, well, they can really Blofeld. This week, we’re starting off with one of the best: “From Russia With Love,” the second Bond-outing starring Sean Connery (or, as I call him, The One True Bond. Ow! Mike! Quit it! I am too being objective! Quit it!). Um, anyway, Sean Connery is cool, I guess, whatever, there’s other good Bonds, maybe, or something mumble mumble mumble I’ll be in my room. So, sit back, plug in whatever audio device Q branch has supplied you, and give a listen!
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I was never the biggest Bond fan, roger moorés bond being in theatres when i was old enough to go see the film might have something to do with that. I think i like the opening credits more than some of the films because they are just SO ridiculous.
Ahh, the floating naked ladies with…stuff painted on them. Who could forget those? It was sort of like walking past the various billboards in the Combat Zone. What class, what style!