Only time James Bond insults the Beatles. Hey, guess who did the title track for the first film made after Connery left for good? (And the head of the Bank of England in this film is also in A Hard Day's Night.)
It's actually really jarring coming to this film after watching From Russia With Love. This one's got more in common with Dr. No in every way except quality. It's much more an adventure film than a Cold War spy flick, with captures and escapes and a megalomaniac villain. Bond spends about half the film as Goldfinger's captive. There's an entire subplot about his failed attempt to get a message out to Felix Leiter, a sure sign that, despite the other comic-book trappings and Guy Hamilton's name on the "Director" credit, we're not quite yet into the era of Boring Invincible Comic-Book Superagent 007 yet.
For those of you who don't know the plot... Bond catches Goldfinger cheating at cards and forces him to lose. Goldfinger responds by killing Bond's new bedmate Jill Masterson and/by painting her gold. Next, Bond catches Goldfinger cheating at golf, and forces him to lose again; Goldfinger responds by having Oddjob decapitate a statue. Then Bond tracks Goldfinger to Switzerland, where he runs into Jill's sister Tilly. Oddjob kills her and Bond gets strapped to a table with a giant laser aimed to bisect him, crotch-first. Bond bluffs his way into staying alive and gets taken to Kentucky by way of Baltimore (I think I'm going to use this as a response the next time a Brit complains about some Yank getting British geography horribly wrong), where he learns the details of Goldfinger's plan to
It's interesting that Goldfinger, unlike Red Grant in the previous film, has a very good reason for keeping Bond alive, up to a point: so long as he can convince the authorities that Bond has everything under control, they won't send another agent after him. That seems like a glaring oversight at MI6, but I digress. In fact, Goldfinger is probably the most crazy-prepared Bond villain ever. Witness how he wears a US Army uniform under his overcoat during the raid on Fort Knox, just in case anything goes wrong (although why the soldiers don't realize that they shouldn't be taking orders from a man with a suspicious German accent...). And even if Goldfinger had done the pragmatic thing and killed Bond during or immediately after the gas attack, by that point Ms. Galore had already foiled his plans. (And Bond doesn't even get to defuse the bomb! Note that all he gets to do during the Fort Knox sequence is get his ass handed to him by Oddjob.)
This is the first high point of the series. It also sets the formula that all but two films between now and Dalton will do their best to follow. (Those films are On Her Majesty's Secret Service and For Your Eyes Only.) And with one exception, no film that tries to ape Goldfinger's formula (or, nowadays, "The James Bond Formula") has exceeded it. Oh well.
I'll end this review with a bit of trivia, and since everyone knows the bit about "Pussy Galore" and the producers taking the censor out to dinner, here is, as the guys behind another Flying Circus would say, something completely different: Gert Frobe (Goldfinger) was a former Nazi Party member who used his credentials to help Jews escape the Holocaust. And then they cast him as a German-accented character who uses poison gas. Oops.
All 23 Bond films are graded on a scale with C being average. Goldfinger gets an A.
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