Hey, I wonder if the Cowboys
and Gangsters from Disney’s Great Movie Ride were taken from Scaramanga’s
shooting gallery we see in the cold open of this one?
I have a feeling these
will come much quicker now as my daughter showed increased enthusiasm to see
another Roger Moore outing, and has identified him as both her favorite so far
and generally more fun. Amazingly, his
James Bond does things that are far colder and more ruthless than the others,
and he personally kills the main villain more times than any other actor in the
role. It’s a testament to the man’s charm that he comes off as the lighter and
friendlier Bond.
There was a rather
jarring sign that censorship had relaxed somewhat in the 1970’s. I was in the kitchen grabbing something
during the theme, in protest of their choosing “Lulu” over Alice Cooper’s offering. Suddenly a yell came from the other room:
“A TUSH!”
Having Chu-Mi’s
trunkless pool scene and the sumo wrestlers show up later led to the title,
“The Tush Movie.” Bond defeating one by
applying a “wedgie” finalized it.
Luckily the joy at the
return of Q (That’s my girl) overwhelmed this, and the occasional off color
word that starts sneaking into the 1970’s films. She did agree that that expletive was
accurate for being about to crash a taxiing plane through a hangar wall.
The reappearance of goofball
J. W. Pepper and the kung fu school girls got my daughter to proclaim out loud
that the movies are now “more fun!”
She was still upset and
wanted to know why he always has to Jamesbond people. The answer, “Because he’s James Bond,” was
not accepted as adequate.
At first she was
confused by there being two Bond girls. (She is new at this.) That ended
quickly though, mostly because one died and she didn’t like Mary Goodnight at
all. The rookie agent is, by far, the
most useless of the bond girls. In the
last film, Rosie at least had a bit of an excuse, being a double agent. Mary’s best function may have been as a
decoy instead of the pile of pillows Bond claimed she was.
When Goodnight backed
her posterior into the Solar Laser thing button, my daughter executed a lengthy
face palm proclaiming, “It’s the tush of death.”
Christopher Lee, as
Scaramanga greatly impressed her. Because, duh, Christopher Lee.
The Golden Gun itself
and his car plane caused her to yell, “WHOAH!” out loud. Something getting to
be a common occurrence as the stunts and gadgets continue to ramp up.
She kept calling him a
“nice villain.” Explaining he was an
amoral assassin, and using “classy and polite” may be better instead of "nice" was one of my fine parenting moments.
The other was quizzing
her for an upcoming language arts test when we saw Hi Fat wasn’t fooled by Bond’s
phony extra nipple, but 007 didn’t know it yet. I asked her what that was an
example of and she correctly answered:
“That’s dramatic irony!”
See – New actor, still
educational…
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