Sunday 2nd March
So award for most bizarre start
to a Bond film goes to The Man With The Golden Gun; a French champagne and
tabasco carrying midget, a man with three nipples ad some twisted excuse for a
fairground sideshow containing an odd collection of Madame Tussauds rejects. Including
a waxwork image of Bond himself, a plot ruiner if ever there was one.
Back to London and M suspects
someone has paid a million dollars for Bond to be killed by the world’s most
OCD hitman who only uses golden bullets fired from a golden gun and who never
misses. Giving in rather easily M simply
suggests Bond retires; Bond however has other ideas and travels halfway across
the world to track down his predicted assassin.
Masquerading as Scaramanga Bond breaks
into Hai Fat’s house, a flawless plan if only the two met hadn’t previously met
and if the real scaramanda hadn’t been in the other room. Further proof that we
should never assume as shortly after arriving for dinner James is attacked by
two sumo wrestlers.
After being knocked unconscious by
the aforementioned French midget wearing a Mexican wrestler mask Bond is sent
to some sort of ninja show with mandatory audience participation, at least the
appropriate attire was provided. Completely unaware of his previous experience
with ninjas they seem surprised when he manages to fight his way past two of
them before suicide jumping out the window to join the rest of his own ninja
posse, which although is made up primarily of teenage girls proves extremely effective.
Following and quick speedboat
chase and remembering the fun he had with James in live and let die Bond teams
up with everyone’s favourite sheriff JW who despite trying to help quite
quickly manages to get himself arrested by the Bancock police.
With Hai Fat dead Scarmanga finds
himself at the helm of a solar energy plant; strangely solar energy isn’t
something normally associated with evil, however when you do harness it to
produce a laser powerful enough to blow up a small plane at reasonable
difference it easy to see how lines can become blurred.
Our main Bond girl of this film
is Goodnight, winning the award for most ridiculously named Bond girl so far,
and also the most accident prone, managing to nearly blow up an entire power
plant by bending over. I do however admire her determination, not even put off
from sleeping with James even after she’s covered in glass and he puts her boss
of speakerphone.
With Scarmanga dealt with and tired
of jet skis and speedboats Bond makes his final escape from the power plant
island in no other than a pirate ship, which usefully has an automatic pilot function,
allowing him to finally hook up with Goodnight.
The highlight of this film has to
be Nick Nack, a Gordon Bleu butler, midget, actor, scientist and all round
sneaky little buggar, which Bond finally packs up in what looks like a ventriloquist
dummy case. He does end the film alive so I can only hope we might see him
again in subsequent films.
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