You should try it sometime,” which would hint at all the tragic personal sacrifices he, James Bond, had made throughout his career, including being forced to give up smoking and cut out the smarmy sexist remarks. His fans would adore that clever nod to one of his finest hours, The Case of the Fake Fabergé Egg.ĭIALOGUE? Oh, anyone could cobble that together! Just have Moneypenny say, “It’s called life, James. There was MORE? Oh, for heaven’s sake, what did they take him for? They would have to rope in the usual chanteuse, of course, or if there were no girls available how about a boy singer with an unnaturally high voice? Oh heck, how about a falsetto, or maybe even a castrato? He’d have a go at jotting down some sample lyrics later, but probably something along the lines of “Hey girl howdya like some fun With double oh seven and his gun?” Accompanied by a recurring octopus motif! Bond mentally patted himself on the back. Then he noticed the other words staring up at him. He couldn’t imagine why everyone always made such a fuss about it.
What more could an audience want? This checklist lark wasn’t so hard after all. It had everything – explosions, local colour, fisticuffs and dancing skeletons. That would take care of the first half-hour or so. BIG EXPLOSION! Tick! Then he could have a fist-fight in a spinning helicopter, just inches away from the heads of the crowd. He could be in Mexico during Day of the Dead to kill someone and blow up a building! That would work. DAY OF THE DEAD! Everyone loved dancing skeletons. ATibet? Bali? Mexico! But what did they do in Mexico? Drug cartels? Mexican Waves? Montezuma’s Revenge? Aha! He had it.
What the hell? He missed the old days, when he’d been able to offload all this boring paperwork on to Moneypenny. He stared down at the checklist, and the printed words stared back up at him, as though challenging him to respond. So, even though he was dying for a cigarette, he contented himself instead with chewing the end of his Montblanc Meisterstück with handcrafted gold nib. He wasn’t in a hurry to go through that shit again. The memory of it made his eyes prickle with humiliation, even now. Then they’d made him wear a nicotine patch. Only time will tell if we see it again, but as its many appearances prove, the Aston Martin DB5 is surely the coolest car from the James Bond franchise.James Bond would have given his left kidney for a smoke, but the last time he’d tried to light a cigarette in his custom-made bachelor pad it had set off the alarm and M had sent round a team of experts to take the place apart and destroy every tobacco product they could find, including an old packet of Boyard Maïs he’d completely forgotten about. And that leads to its most recent appearance in the action-packed extended opening of No Time To Die in 2021. But you can't keep a good car down, so the new Q, played by Ben Whishaw, restores it yet again in time for Bond to drive away in 2015's Spectre. Next, Daniel Craig as a rebooted Bond wins the car in a poker game in 2006's Casino Royale, only to see it completely destroyed at the end of SkyFall in 2012. It's easy to forget that 30 years passed before audiences saw it again, this time with Pierce Brosnan behind the wheel in GoldenEye in 1995, and then again briefly in Tomorrow Never Dies in 1997. First appearing in Goldfingerin 1964, Sean Connery can't believe the modifications Desmond Llewelyn as Q has made: "Ejector seat? You're joking!" Bond unsurprisingly crashes it, but after being recovered, Connery would drive it once more in 1965's Thunderball. No other car is so closely connected with the character, and three different Bond actors have driven it. The Aston Martin DB5 is unquestionably James Bond's car.
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