Goldfinger

Goldfinger is the first movie in which all the classic elements of James Bond movies come together. Q explains Bond's toys, and gives him an extremely cool and useful car; Bond proves his wit both with his use of language and his mental calculation speed; the plot twists and surprises keep coming until the very end. Goldfinger is also the movie in which we hear the famous lines: "Do you expect me to talk?" and "No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die," just as a laser is about to slice James in half. 

Goldfinger upends nearly everything I complained about in my previous post. Its main female characters are strong and interesting and not acting as though the only thing they want to do is go back to London with James Bond and have sex. Hurrah!

I don't have too much to say about the movie, in part because my viewing of it was interrupted by the freezing and skipping of the first disc Netflix sent and the one-day interval between that disc's departure and its replacement's arrival, and in part because I genuinely enjoyed it. I suppose it's easier for me to find something to say when I'm being critical. Note to self: mull this fact over; determine what it means for my everyday life.

Thunderball is next. I only hope it's as much fun as Goldfinger.