I was 16.
And, bored on a drizzly Spring Saturday.
Had a few bucks in my pocket from my part-time job. By the way, the job paid the princely sum of $ 1.00 an hour!!
Decided to take in a movie... by myself.
Bused downtown and headed for the Grand Theater (In those days I think every city had a Grand, Palace, or other posh-named cinema).
The trailers on TV had caught my eye... or, maybe it was the bikini.
Walked in, paid my $ 2.00 and ...
watched an aspiring new actor in a movie called...Dr. No.
And, I was hooked.
For more than 30 years!
Maybe it was that white bikini worn by Ursala Andress, in the role of Honeychild Rider.
Then came Gold Finger.
40 some years later I still remember some scenes, the Aston Martin, the lyrics to the title song , and Fleming's flare for character names: Auric Goldfinger, Odd Job, and, of course, Pussy Galore.
IMHO, Connery was James Bond! Period!!
Hated Roger Moore.
Lazenby was okay.
Enjoyed Timothy Dalton. No Connery, but a strong, solid leading man.
Then came Brosnan. And, I couldn't get Remington Steele out of my mind.
Gave up on the franchise.
Now, there's a new Bond.
Do I give a rat's ass?
No!!
Do you?
