“You never felt [that Connery’s Bond] was in any danger.” Really? Did you sleep through the tarantula scence in Dr. No, where the spider emerged from Bond’s bed sheets and crawled up his torso to his chest, while Bond sweated bullets, surmising that he would receive a poisoned (though in fact not usually lethal, bite) if he moved? The anxious, but disciplined, Bond then waited until the spider crawled off him, grabbed one of his shoes, then smashed it with a decisive, fatal blow—and then redundantly struck the spider three more times, punctuated by the movie score, to vent his fear and anger. He then repaired to his water closet and vomited. This scene MADE the Bond franchise. It showed that Superman is human and vulnerable.
PS I feel Craig’s pain in having his testes smashed? Hardly. I feel his orphan-MI5-recruited, no-self-esteem-having, Queen-and-country-inculcated, Vesper Lynd-described self-sacrifice that makes His a perfect expendable agent. “Over to the right. I feel a little itch.” Gallows bravado? Yes. Pain and heroism, as in Connery’s Bond vs. the spider? Hardly. Sean Connery wanted to live more. Craig was prepared to
die. I take Connery’s approach.
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