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Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Fleming was apparently quite heavily into sado-masochism, specifically the 'sado' part. Which makes what he puts Bond through during the series interesting if Bond really is an author avatar. Suppressed switch tendencies, maybe?

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Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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At least Fleming didn't have Bond and Blofeld face off over a game of Soggy Biscuit.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Riven posted:

I think there was one guy who directed the credit sequences for decades? It was just a part of the films as much as Desmond Llewelyn or “shaken, not stirred.”

I can see how someone who had only seen the new ones would have some culture shock watching the old ones. There was a lot about the Craig era films that made people initially go “well I liked it, but it seemed embarrassed to be a Bond film.” Now I think they’ve just turned out to be a different kind of Bond film. Which was necessary.

There had been shifts before (my wife’s grandmother can’t stand Moore and feels he ruined the franchise with dumb jokes) but not as much as these fundamentally shifted the entire style.
Maurice Binder did most of the titles (barring From Russia and Goldfinger) up until Licence To Kill, after which Daniel Kleinman took over in Binder's style, but massively updated and (IMO) more imaginative. He did all the rest apart from Quantum, which was shot by MK12, a specialist visual design company.

The different 'feel' of the Bond movies over the years is in large part because as much as everyone thinks of the series as a trailblazer, in fact it's almost always been reacting to other things going on around it. Dr No was probably the first "spy-fi" movie as the world entered the space age, but there had already been things like The Avengers and Danger Man - star Patrick McGoohan turned down the Bond role because he disapproved of the promiscuity - on TV, so from that point on the series fell into an arms race of increasing lunacy as it tried to top its perceived rivals (the Flint series, The Man From UNCLE, etc), which in turn were also ratcheting up the insanity. At a certain point it couldn't go any further and had to look in new directions, so we ended up with the Moore era and Blaxploitation Bond, Kung Fu Bond, Space Bond and so on, before Lethal Vice Bond ended Dalton's run. We then got a reinvention of the original Cold War Bond for Goldeneye, which was great, but it didn't take long before things escalated out of control again and we ended up with XXXtreme! Bond finishing Brosnan's run. After that history repeated itself: another reinvention, done well, with Casino Royale, but by the fourth Craig movie things had got very silly again.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Bond passing himself off as American should be fun. Though I admit I prefer "It's like following a cue ball!" from the movie. :haw:

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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The_White_Crane posted:

Oh god that dialogue.
Never, never, never loving phonetically transcribe dialect. Just don't.
I did it in one of my novels (openly for laughs) with a British character trying to do a Deep South accent, and my editor asked me to cut three lines of dialogue down to two because she thought it was too much even for a joke.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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chitoryu12 posted:

This also shows how incredibly different Moore's Bond is from the book much of the time. He always remains impeccably charming, ready with the perfect quip or gag in response to every single occurrence. He's practically flawless, virtually impossible to intimidate (and he'll still reply with sarcasm if he is), and clearly the smartest and most skilled man in the room.
Moore's Bond is my favourite Bond, because of his sheer unflappability, humour and terrible dad quips. Moore himself was of course already famous as Simon Templar in The Saint, which blended light comedy with action-adventure, and he essentially reprised the role under a different name. He himself admitted that as an actor he had a limited range, but within that range he was extremely charismatic and successful.

But yes, Moore's smooth and suave English gentleman is so unlike Fleming's damaged and sneering blunt instrument (he's more like The Avengers' John Steed, played by Patrick MacNee, who appeared with Moore in AVTAK) that the code number is about all they have in common.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Interesting to see that Fleming breaks one of the rules of fiction; he switches POVs mid-scene so that we get inside the heads of both Bond and Solitaire. (By 'rules' I mean 'generally accepted practices that critics get pissy about if you don't follow them'.)

So if anyone calls you on doing the same thing, just say "If it's good enough for Ian Fleming..." :haw:

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Hugo ":pwn:" Drax.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Servoret posted:

Could somebody really go from being a nobody to a knighthood in five years in 1950 Britain? Class stratification wouldn't keep Drax out of M's gentleman's club?
Of the many stupid things about Die Another Day, the idea that Gustav Graves could appear from nowhere and be accepted at the highest levels of British society in just 18 months without anyone ever noticing that he literally didn't exist before then stood out. Five years for Drax, in an era before social media and the ability to check someone's history almost instantly, isn't beyond plausibility considering that he's a war hero and rising industrialist from an unremarkable background (so someone that a Labour government, which lasted from 1945 to '51, might want to reward with a gong) rather than of the monied classes - although he'd be forever marked as a ghastly parvenu by those same people. The other members at Blades certainly seem to regard him that way.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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sebmojo posted:

he is a drunken, impatient, barely competent dick
Book Bond is so much like Sterling Archer the latter barely seems like a parody at times. March into a mission using your real name, get drunk, piss off the bad guy for no reason, get captured and have the poo poo beaten out of you, somehow stumble to victory because despite everything else, you're actually very good at violence.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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chitoryu12 posted:

This is an interesting way of presenting the deception. Ordinarily, an author would have skipped all or almost all of the first part of the book detailing the plot and left Tania's deception a twist. But Fleming removes any suspicion on the part of the audience by giving total information about both sides' motives and beliefs. He can present Tania's and Bond's thoughts simultaneously, which further shows how easily Bond is being fooled.
There's an annoyingly pedantic literary "rule" that authors should never switch the characters' point of view within a scene, or sometimes even within a chapter. Fleming rightly PPKs it and does what works best for the story.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Quite the leap from that to "Biddibiddibiddi, right on, Buck!"

Selachian posted:

Marvel Comics's The Yellow Claw (bet you're not going to see him in a MCU movie any time soon!)
He actually showed up in Newspaper Spider-Man just last year, but with a slight name change. Can you guess which word in his name was altered? He's now The Golden Claw.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Ian Fleming posted:

Gardeners were working, raking the paths and picking up leaves with the lethargic slow motion of coloured help.
:stare:

The depressing thing is that even in loving 2019 there are still way too many people in England with this same ingrained post-imperial sense of condescending racial/national/class superiority, and a lot of them are politicians.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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As Trevalyan put it in Goldeneye, "Her Majesty's loyal terrier", indeed.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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I foresee a sad end for that poor cat.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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£1 million in 1959 pounds would be £22.8 million in 2018 pounds, according to the Bank of England's calculator. Goldfinger has a nice little earner going on.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Britain didn't really start taking to lagers in a big way until as late as the 1980s. A lot of it was cultural stigma - "Yer drinkin' fuckin' lager? What are you, a fuckin' poof?" - but plain old anti-European racism was behind it as well, since that's where most of the lagers on the market (Heineken the best-known) came from. Ironically, it took the Australians mass-marketing Fosters and Castlemaine with "these are no-bullshit drinks for manly men with a sense of humour" campaigns for lager to really catch on.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Duran Duran got the AVTAK assignment because at some event John Taylor drunkenly asked Cubby Broccoli when he was going to get someone good to do a Bond theme. (Presumably this was on the back of 'All Time High', which failed to live up to its name.)

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Noel Coward, noted heterosexual.

(Granted, yes, homosexuality was still considered a crime at the time so it's unsurprising he hid it, but it's funny in retrospect. Also, the idea that famous people routinely archived their letters to each other for eventual public release by biographers or whatever now seems quaintly bizarre.)

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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I love this bit:

quote:

Blofeld was silent for a long two minutes.
Two minutes is a loooong silence during a meeting. I'm trying to imagine it on film, but can only picture it as an Austin Powers scene of growing awkwardness and increasingly loud involuntary throat-clearing. It'd need an Ennio Morricone score to work...

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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A random sidenote: gently caress Chrome Dome.

The fascist dictator of Spain, General Franco, gave the US full permission to fly live nukes over his country 24/7 in exchange for the usual poo poo that fascist dictators get from the US in return for anti-communist activities (ie, weapons and intel useful against their opponents at home). This inevitably did not go well.

In January 1966, an armed B-52 collided with its refuelling tanker and crashed over Palomares, Spain. It had four live nukes aboard, one of which fell into the sea, and the other three hit land. One survived intact.

The other two... well, nuclear bombs are triggered by conventional explosives. These blew up on impact. By sheer luck the nukes didn't detonate, but a load of burning plutonium was released at two of the crash sites.

The US rushed into action to clean up their mess! By which I mean they grabbed as much of the bomb debris and radioactive material as they could find, and got soldiers to shovel up a load of nearby topsoil into barrels using such high-tech protection as, er, gloves. Then they hosed off (and dropped the barrels into the sea) and declared the problem solved, while Spain cheerily sent a minister to swim on a beach conveniently miles from the crash sites to show there was nothing to worry about.

Almost 50 years later, guess what? The US finally admitted that yep, there was still a shitload of radioactive contamination around Palomares and they were going to give Spain the cash and resources to clean it up that they should have done half a century ago. Except then Donald Trump was elected president, and golly gee, nothing has been done since.

Why do I, a Brit, have such an issue with this? Because I lived for a while less than a kilometre from the worst contamination site. Funnily enough, Spain (a country dependent on tourism) is still really reluctant to point out that the worst nuclear weapons accident in history happened on its soil. So it actually allowed developers to start putting in the infrastructure for a huge housing development on the loving bomb site. The 2008 financial crash actually did a good thing by stopping work with just roads and a few buildings in place... but the bomb site still hasn't been cleaned up. They literally had bulldozers churning up a site with plutonium contamination.

And like I said, I was living about 800 metres from it, totally unaware until I happened to wonder "huh, why are there all these F-16s flying over? Are we under a military flightpath?"

Living there with my 2-year-old son. And we'd actually explored the weird empty Mad Max road system we'd spotted on Google Maps because, well, why wouldn't you?

We were gone within two weeks. But I've kept tabs on it, and still cleanup hasn't started despite the Obama admin signing an agreement. So gently caress Chrome Dome, gently caress the US military, gently caress the still-silent and complicit Spanish government, and naturally gently caress Donald Trump.

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Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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I know for a fact I've seen NSNA more than once (hell, I own the DVD), but I can't remember a drat thing about it except for the replacement pilot having a corneal transplant or something, because eye stuff squicks me out. I think my brain has just overwritten it with Thunderball. Was Rowan Atkinson briefly in it for some reason, or am I mixing it up with Hot Shots Part Deux?

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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chitoryu12 posted:

Chapter 12: The Man From the C.I.A.
After King Edward VIII unexpectedly abdicated the throne to marry an American socialite, he spent 1940 until 1945 as the governor of the Bahamas and spent most of the time being a racist rear end in a top hat before being shuttled off to do nothing important. At the time of Bond's visit, the country is much like Jamaica: a majority of African descent ruled by a white English minority.
Edward was also strongly suspected of having Nazi sympathies (he visited Germany in 1937 and by all accounts got on very well with Hitler), so Churchill packed him off as far away from the war as possible so he couldn't cause any trouble. Probably wisely, as it turned out the Nazis very much hoped to turn him to their side by attempting to convince him that his brother, King George, was plotting to have him assassinated.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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poisonpill posted:

Other dudes, he’s 360 noscoping while they barrel past at a hundred mph with his .22 with the sights filed off.
Ha, that was basically Bond escaping from Blofeld's base in Spectre. Just popping people left and right with an expression of bored indifference.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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For some reason I'm seeing Connery as Bond here, but doing a kind of half-drunk, amiable comedic take on the role. He does seem to be distinctly blundering - he was knocked over by a thrown television, for God's sake.

Viv, though... she kicks rear end.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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quote:

He was only some kind of a spy, a spy who had loved me. Not even loved, slept with.
Austin Powers was more true to the book than the film based on it!

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Clancy novels up to The Sum Of All Fears were pretty much the definitive technothrillers. Yes, Jack Ryan was flawless and always right, and American flags were waved so hard they triggered hurricanes, but everything felt plausible and tense. Then things started to go off the rails, with Clancy's increasingly demented hard-right politics being shoehorned in via his author avatar Ryan and the "America good and noble and pure, everyone else evil barbarians" schtick going ballistic with Debt Of Honour and hitting a peak with The Bear And The Dragon.

Man. The Bear And The Dragon. It's... something. The something is racism. Clancy really, really hates the Chinese, and lets you know it, both via all the American characters and straight-up authorial interjection. He also loves the idea of flat taxes, and lets you know that too. At great length. Speaking of great length, that's what all American penises have in common, unlike the tiny, worthless Chinese ones. And that is honest to God another piece of prolonged authorial interjection in this brick-sized thriller about superpowers at war. The war doesn't happen until the very end of the book, and is over ridiculously quickly because America is invincible and every single Chinese character has the IQ of a sponge.

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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~Coxy posted:

Someone should tell the producers that having an appearance of the DB5 isn't interesting or a special treat if it happens every film.
The fetishisation of the DB5 in the Craig movies is especially stupid, because it's a car that means nothing to him. Craig's 007 lives in a world without the Bond movies, so the DB5 is just another Sixties sports car, of which there were many. He might as well have got excited about a Triumph TR4 or a Lancia Flaminia Super Sport.

Also he apparently had the one he won in Casino Royale shipped to the UK, converted to right-hand drive and fully kitted out by Q Branch, despite it being A: his own personal car rather than an MI6 vehicle, and B: the most loving conspicuous thing on the road. Nice spycraft, Bond!

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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:stare: Wow, I picked the Lancia Flaminia a few posts upthread completely at random, but here it is!

Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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International espionage (everything to do with it)

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Small Strange Bird
Sep 22, 2006

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Epicurius posted:

He's very good at killing people.
The Prime Minister: "We need this chap Mossadegh in Iran dealt with, but subtly. Put your best man on it."
M: "Yes, sir. My best man."
[A bead of sweat forms on M's forehead, slowly getting bigger]

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