From Russia with Love

The quintessential James Bond. The one with all the recognisable elements:

  • Half naked women.
  • Gun battles.
  • One liners powered by Sean Connery.
  • Villain filmed cuddling a white cat.
  • The Russian number 3, strict old lady.

This is much improved over the last film, even though the basic plot is the same. It’s such a North by Northwest ripoff that Bond gets chased by an helicopter while impersonating a guy called Grant.

The bad guys plan is foiled by sheer greed from killer they sent, plus the double agent that actually defects after getting a taste of Bond’s manhood.

It ends like all his films, with him banging a girl while a Sinatra-like sings about love on the background.


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