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It's Moonraker for me. It feels more like a classic Bond movie, and it sounds better. It is what it is, whereas DAD feels like it tries to be something it's not, if that makes sense.
I like Roger Moore more, that's all.
Wait 'till you get to the courgette!
anyway, as boring as I find Holly Goodhead, at least the film has plenty of redeeming features. It's just completely silly in a steady way, whereas DAD was supposd to be gritty and realistic and then wanders off in invisible-car-land, where they even need to make the car visible again just to have a bit of a chase. And obviously the CGI-ending is as bad as B-movies can get.
so,
MR
For me, the strengths always override the weaknesses in DOD. I'm able to have a blast with it now (and have for a long while - my first Bond film in theaters) without harking on all the bad as much.
Yeah, the film is too outlandish, but Brosnan's performance is really good in it. He brings back his confident TND style.
The thing is, if someone loves an actor, one can watch anything he's in. How else would I have watched a film like Grey Owl, if Brosnan wasn't in it.
Okay lets have a fun one and see which one you would rather do:
Go fishing with Quarrel in Jamaica OR go fishing with Kissy in Japan?
This might be lopsided, but you can think more about the locale than the company. :)
Something about big sea fishing in Jamaica sounds appealing, but then again in Japan the women do the diving while the men sit on the boat and wait. LOL!
I think my appreciation of Quarrel is slightly above how much I enjoy Kissy as a character, so I think I'll have to go with Bond's oldest friend.
Same here. I bet he's got loads of stories to tell. I'm not much of a fishing guy, but going out on a boat in the carribean with a local sounds very appealing to me.
But can Quarrel tell you about the time that King Kong picked him up? .... Thought Not! :))
I'm going with Kissy here.
Those would not compare to fishing in the moonlight with Kissy.
Living in Japan I was able to witness a display of traditional cormorant fishing at Kintai on a river near Iwakuni on the main islands. [Also happens in China, Vietnam, etc.] A touristy thing but impressive it's done at nighttime with a burning lantern lighting the area around the boat.
To be on the open seas with Kissy would be the thrill of a lifetime. And I can assure you, my intentions are strictly honourable.
You Only Live Twice, Ian Fleming, 1964.
'Wait and see.' She went back indoors and brought out the balsa wood tub and a great coil of fine quarter-inch rope. She handed the rope to Bond and hoisted the tub on her hip, leading the way along a small path away from the village. The path descended slowly to a small cove in which one rowing-boat, covered with dried reeds to protect it from the sun, was drawn high up on the flat black pebbles. Bond stripped off the reeds and laid them aside and hauled the simple, locally-made craft down to the sea. It was constructed of some heavy wood and lay low but stable in the deeply shelving, totally transparent water. He loaded in the rope and the wooden tub. Kissy had gone to the other side of the little bay and had undone a string from one of the rocks. She began winding it in slowly and at the same time uttering a low, cooing whistle. To Bond's astonishment, there was a flurry in the water of the bay and a big black cormorant shot like a bullet through the shallows and waddled up the beach to Kissy's feet, craning its neck up and down and hissing, apparently in anger. But Kissy bent down and stroked the creature on its plumed head and down the outstretched neck, at the same time talking to it gaily. She came towards the boat, winding up the long line, and the cormorant followed clumsily. It paid no attention to Bond, but jumped untidily over the side of the boat and scrambled on to the small thwart in the bows where it squatted majestically and proceeded to preen itself, running its long bill down and through its breast feathers and occasionally opening its wings to the full extent of their five-foot span and flapping them with gentle grace. Then, with a final shimmy through all its length, it settled down and gazed out to sea with its neck coiled backwards as if to strike and its turquoise eyes questing the horizon imperiously.
Kissy climbed into the boat and settled herself with her knees hunched decorously between Bond's outstretched legs, and Bond slid the heavy, narrow-bladed oars into their wooden rowlocks and began rowing at a powerful, even pace, more or less, under Kissy's direction, due north.
He had noticed that Kissy's line to the cormorant ended with a thin brass ring, perhaps two inches in diameter, round the base of the bird's neck. This would be one of the famous fishing cormorants of Japan. Bond asked her about it.
Kissy said, 'I found him as a baby three years ago. He had oil on his wings and I cleaned him and cared for him and had him ringed. The ring has had to be made larger as he grew up. Now, you see, he can swallow small fish, but the big ones he brings to the surface in his beak. He hands them over quite willingly and occasionally he gets a piece of a big one as a reward. He swims a lot by my side and keeps me company. It can be very lonely down there, particularly when the sea is dark. You will have to hold the end of the line and look after him when he comes to the surface. Today he will be hungry. He has not been out for three days because my father could not row the boat. I have been going out with friends. So it is lucky for him that you came to the island.'
'So this is David?'
'Yes. I named him after the only man I liked in Hollywood, an Englishman as it happens. He was called David Niven. He is a famous actor and producer. You have heard of him?'
'Of course. I shall enjoy tossing him a scrap or two of fish in exchange for the pleasure he has given me in his other incarnation.'
Don't miss Tokyo Tower. But be careful out there.
Okay, we've seen Bond's flat a few times in the series.
Would you rather Air BnB in the flat of Connery's Bond (DN) or in the Flat of Moore's Bond (LALD)?
Not only do I dig the coffee machine, but it looks a tad softer and more cosy than Connery's flat. LALD for me too!
Moore's flat looks very cosy with the big bed, shag carpeting, and coffee machine. If it came with Ms Caruso too, then definitely. Plus the monogrammed dressing gown looks comfy af too.
LALD's looks nicer though. Very cosy and warm looking.
A few times the series has employed singers in key roles of the films.
Lets have some fun and see who you would rather watch in concert.
First up
Would you rather attend a Grace Jones concert or a Wayne Newton concert?
Grace was by one website "an imposing force who fused reggae, pop, and art rock."
Wayne was the king of lounge acts. Many will remember Danke Schoen in Ferris Buellers Day Off.
Which concert are you attending if you had to choose?