Goldfinger is the Donald Trump of Bond Films, and I'm not talking about the titular character being a fat swindler with a penchant for golf.
Have I got your attention? Have I annoyed you? Oh, good.
It's "big and bold and brassy" they say. It's a gilded parody of a Bond film, I say. Casino Royale 1967 may have been/will be a delusional psychedelic mess, but this is a film where Bond wins by shagging a lesbian straight.
You might say that I'm being unfair. I would say that this is my review and I can do what I want, so there.
