After watching the second Bond film, From Russia with Love, shortly after Dr. No, I got a bit hung up trying to acquire Goldfinger. I think its
central role in the Oscars tribute must have contributed to its popularity at
the library because I was the 22nd hold when I first put in the
request on the library’s single copy of the film. More than a month later, I’m still number 14 in
line, so we paid to rent it on our new cable
plan.
I’ve had almost a week to digest the film, and I still can’t
get over how truly disgusted and appalled I am with the misogyny of James
Bond. It seems to be getting
progressively worse in each film, and if I hadn’t already committed myself to
this project, I feel like I otherwise would have declared Goldfinger the last Bond film I would ever watch. Seriously, when it comes to womankind, James
Bond is the enemy in this film, not Goldfinger.
I thought it was bad when in From Russia with Love, they had two women literally fighting like
animals for the love of some man, but in Goldfinger
we see James Bond use a woman he’s just had sex with as a human shield (I don’t
really care if she is working for the enemy); then we see the credits with
images projected over parts of a woman’s body (same concept as the credits in
the previous film); then he “playfully” pushed a woman away by the face while
trying to talk on the phone; then he can only look at Pussy Galore as a sexual
object he needs to consume even though she’s an obviously talented and
successful villain and should be a
serious threat to him; then he proceeds to force her into sex after she says no
multiple times and physically fights with him to keep him off her and prevent
him from kissing her. How are we
supposed to believe she just melts as soon as he manages to get his lips on
hers? All I could think for the next two
days was, “did I just see James Bond rape
Pussy Galore?” Bond’s joke about
Pussy calling Washington because he “must have appealed to her maternal
instincts” was really the last straw.
Forevermore, in my mind, Sean Connery will be the Bond who
forced himself on Pussy Galore - he’s definitely not my favorite Bond after that.
Bond is no longer suave and cool; he’s just a pig. To think that after From Russia with Love I was complaining about these Bond films
being rated only PG and how I thought Bond was all about hot and sexy but we
had yet to see any of that. I honestly
found Goldfinger hard to watch at
certain moments because of Bond’s attitude toward sex and women. I know it’s a long shot, but will someone
please tell me that Bond evolves over time to acknowledge feminism and become
at least a little more enlightened when it comes to women.
I mean this man is completely obsessed with sex and his own
sense of sexual entitlement, to the point that it’s interfering with his
job. It’s all he thinks about. He even cracks jokes about it and at one
point in the film has to take deep breaths and remind himself about
“discipline” to prevent himself from chasing after a women who is speeding past him in a car. And while his male
colleagues seem to just go along with it and crack jokes about his way with the
dames, I find it interesting that these aren’t always positive responses. In some ways it comes off as jealousy; in
others it is clearly a frustration with how his preoccupation obviously
interferes with his work. It’s telling
that when Bond is in his most vulnerable position, that laser beam is headed
straight for his crotch. But why these
enemies never just shoot him dead when he’s passed out in front of them will
forever escape my understanding.
Misogyny aside, in the two films since Dr. No, James Bond--both the character and franchise-- seems to
have come into his own. The production
quality is better with bigger explosions, more fire, smoke, and urgency, even
if the acting and choreographed fight scenes still seem a bit stilted at
times. Watching Goldfinger in HD really helped--the colors are incredibly saturated
compared to the usual drabness you get with 1960s color quality. The iconic Aston Martin not only looks great;
it does some pretty awesome stuff. And
Bond has access to more and more nifty gadgets, even though he always seems to
have at least one scene where he tricks the enemy by hiding on the ceiling and
attacking from above. Bond’s
international reputation and plot lines remain in place, but with Goldfinger it was either a simpler plot
or I’m becoming better at following them.
Yet, of all the unbelievable an implausible plot lines and twists these Bond films
have, I think Goldfinger, is
definitely the worst so far. The basic
scheme that they’re working to stop just would never work. I can’t remember the specifics of what was so
unbelievable, but there were definite moments when we couldn't not laugh.
I’ve already checked Thunderball
out of the library, so hopefully there won’t be as much lag time before the
next update.
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