1987
We entered “The Rassilon
Era” of James Bond in the same way I was introduced to most of the 007’s Films. Thanks to a planned delayed opening, we
watched this one on a Sunday night.
Thanks to modern media storage, it didn’t take us four hours to get
through it due to innumerable commercial breaks on the ABC Sunday Night Movie.
My daughter played “Spot
the Bond” successfully in the cold open, and wondered aloud if the bikini lady
on the boat was the, “Bond girl, bad girl, or pre credits girl?”
The (brief) time of the
monogamous (ignoring the pre credits girl) 007 was marked with “no nakeds” in
the credits scene.
As always, befitting one
of my genetics, she loved the Q Branch scene - specifically the Ghetto Blaster
and exploding milk. James’s video
cleavage distraction was stated to be “weird.”
I guess old habits died hard for the now one woman agent.
I’m not sure if it shows
that she understands how these movies work, or she’s reached the age where she
understands male/female interactions now, but she unquestionably knew that Bond
was going to go back for Kara’s cello.
While not a car person
by any means, she felt bad at seeing the paint job on the high tech Aston get
messed up, and found the whole chase funny and captivating. She was none too happy when the car was
self-destructed, “Who does that?!?”
See, it is possible to
have a darker Bond, and still keep some elements of sight gags and fun in the
mix. Dalton certainly has the best murderous rage glare of all the actors who
took on the role, and his other emotions also came off as more genuine.
A bit of the “dark” edge
of the film may have been filed off by my daughter’s observations: Such as when
she sighted Necros and proclaimed, “He looks like a milkman…oh wait he’s with
the poopys.”
As much as she complains
about the Lord of the Rings films
being too long, as soon as General Pushkin showed up, she excitedly yelled,
“GIMLI!”
She did, however,
demonstrate she understood the fundamental functioning of one of these
cinematic adventures. When 007 was
questioned as to why his ideas and methods were the proper one for the
situation, she yelled at the screen,
“Because he’s James Bond
and you’re some lady in the movie.”
Much like her dad, I
think I have a budding Foley fan on my hands, as she regularly pointed out
things like how much she likes the way walking sounds in films.
Though they named it the
“plane pooping scene” both McGinley women, whether they were obviously watching
from the beginning, or were pretending to hide behind a newspaper, were
captivated by the climactic fight.
My daughter thought Whitaker’s
overkill special handgun was awesome, and called the use of the keychain
whistle to deliver the final “blow.”
That’s my girl.
Wow…this movie had the Afghanistani
Mujahedeen as good guys…
With direct ties to the drug
trade…
And a joke about being
heavily armed and passing through airport security.
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