Archive for tag 'franchise:Bond'
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That’s no time to die, all right. Several decades too late. The complete anachronism of the whole thing is getting more and more preposterous. NANOMACHINES, SON!
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A “modern” Bond spiked with most of the stupidity of old Blofeld shit. Retcons all the previous villains into a sinister organisation, retroactively ruining them.
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Equal parts Benny Hill, eye watering melodrama and regular Bond villain megalomania.
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The one where Bond faces Scaramanga, the guy with three nipples and a dwarf servant.
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The very first Roger Moore-led Bond has magic people, voodoo people.
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One of Bond’s many low points. This is just bad.
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The Bond origin story that no one was pining for.
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Back to thin plots layered on copious amounts of action scenes.
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The one where the franchise grows the beard. After dozens of formulaic carbon copies, they graduate to the big boys club.
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The one with Halle Berry, Rosamund Pike and Maddona.
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The one with Michelle Yeoh. Vincent Price is Rupert Murdoch on steroids. Hired Ricky Jay to hack “SSL2 with 128 bits” links or something.
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Surprisingly introspective plot about oil pipelines in Asia Minor countries.
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Modern (about my age) Bond doesn’t really deviate from the formula. An above average action film.
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The one filmed in Portugal posing for Sicily, with George Lazenby.
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Now this is just preposterous. SPECTRE is doing false flag rocket launches from their hollowed out volcano lairs with monorails!
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The one that starts the silliness. This starts with a funeral for a “JB”, Bond sucker-punches the widow (which turns out to be the dead man) and eventually ends with Bond escaping on a jetpack.
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The one with Pussy Galore, Oddjob and the titular Goldfinger attempting to blow a nuke on Fort Knox to irradiate the gold and make all other gold more valuable.
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The quintessential James Bond. The one with all the recognisable elements:
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A badly paced risqué version of North by Northwest. Kinda underwhelming.