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Incidentally, this blog is six years old today. So cake for
Posted at 00:09 in Basking, Film | Permalink
What's interesting is that this wasn't even the *first* James Bond movie to feature evil homosexuals, although I think it's the only time they have dressed anyone in drag (for which, by the way, no explanation is given.)
February 09, 2013 at 00:30
Sanity Inspector |
February 09, 2013 at 03:49
Cheers, David! Here's to 6 more.
Spiny Norman |
February 09, 2013 at 04:15
Congratz! And here's to the next six years! :)
February 09, 2013 at 06:41
"Cakes! Why'd it have to be cakes?"
February 09, 2013 at 06:55
I think it's the only time they have dressed anyone in drag (for which, by the way, no explanation is given.)
It's the best scene in the film and truly bizarre.
So David, does it feel like six years?
February 09, 2013 at 07:26
So David, does it feel like six years?
My opinion varies.
...for which, by the way, no explanation is given.
To add to the oddity, Charles Gray had already appeared, briefly, in You Only Live Twice, as Mr Henderson, an obliging agent in Tokyo who is promptly murdered. He then crops up four years later as a pussy-petting supervillain with transvestite leanings. And yet Bond, our most amazing superspy ever, fails to notice this.
February 09, 2013 at 07:39
Yay! Six years - Congratulations.
I see the string 'davidthompson' as in the URL occurs only 113 times in my main 'sent-mail' -folder, so I can't take much credit for the rolling success and upcoming deodorant- and celebrity- ready-to-eat-meal -deals. The first posting I forwarded to my friends, was this;
So again - your big day, is all about me.
Hugs all around.
Oh, and I should not have that much cake before breakfast - is there still something left in that bottle?
Simen Thoresen |
February 09, 2013 at 08:36
Where's my cake?
peter horne |
February 09, 2013 at 12:43
Congratulations. Here's to the next six.
Peter Risdon |
February 09, 2013 at 13:34
Another six years… Ye gods, you people don’t want much, do you?
February 09, 2013 at 14:52
Don't stop now, David. I've heard it takes at least five years for a blog to mature. ;D
February 09, 2013 at 18:10
John Farrier |
February 09, 2013 at 23:51
At the end of the film Bond catches the villains (who are serving bombe surprise) by saying "such a fine meal deserves a Claret". "Alas our cellars are poorly stocked" replies Mr Kidd. "but Mouton Rothschild is a Claret" reveals Bond about the wine that has been served. And thus exposed the final battle begins.
Now call me a cynic but any waiter worth his salt would never embarrass a customer by correcting them, particularly when they are entertaining a guest.
Perhaps it was the aftershave that upset him.
February 10, 2013 at 01:51
** So cake for everyone. **
That's good, because I just ran out of bread.
Jeff Guinn |
February 10, 2013 at 03:41
BON ANNIVERSAIRE Monsieur Thompson !! Tres bon Blog !!
February 11, 2013 at 08:12
February 11, 2013 at 12:49
I liked Donald Pleasance.
The scar, I think.
February 11, 2013 at 21:48
Good company, fine conversation, and superb wine. Many more years of this fine establishment.
Stephen Keating |
February 12, 2013 at 16:28
'I liked Donald Pleasance.
The scar, I think'.
He also had the maniacal intensity required. But I still think that Telly Savalas got closer to the character Fleming originally created.
Charles Gray, on the other hand, turned Blofeld into an over-achieving version of Alan Clark. The confrontation between him and Bond in the Las Vegas penthouse had all the dramatic tension of a dispute in a London club over dress regulations. You have to keep reminding yourself that 007 is confronting the man who murdered his wife.
sackcloth and ashes |
February 14, 2013 at 12:32
George Sanders, now, would have made an OUTSTANDING Blofeld. Silkily threatening.
February 25, 2013 at 22:14
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