The Lektor, sorry Solex, sorry ATAC is frightfully valuable because, in the wrong hands, our submarines could be ordered to attack us. Multi-coloured buttons! That’s just adorable. So, after thwarting successive Armageddons, Bond must recover some kind of submarine coordination machine seemingly purchased at Fisher Price. Heaven knows where we are with the Craig semi-reboot (reshoe?) but it seems a safe bet Tracy is currently erased from his timeline. Aside from this scene, Anya abortively in The Spy Who Loved Me and a beautiful line in Licence To Kill, I can’t think of any others. I feel the films never referenced Tracy often enough. Because he didn’t own the rights.īond leaving flowers on Tracy’s grave is a nice touch even if the scene only exists to add validity to Not Blofeld’s subsequent appearance. So instead he killed off an unidentified Blofeld-clone in the pre-credits of a minor Moore outing and never referred to the incident directly. But obviously he couldn’t because he didn’t own the rights. If you’re going to kill Blofeld off, do the damn job properly. Which, in my book, means the viewer is perfectly at liberty to reject the character as Blofeld if they wish. Sure, it’s obviously meant to be Blofeld, but obviously the film can’t identify him because of the whole rights thing. Broccoli doesn’t really drop Blofeld down a chimney: just some bald guy with a wheelchair and a cat. Ernst who? Essentially he violated the legacy of one of cinema’s great villains just to prove a point.

So Broccoli retaliated by dropping Blofeld down a chimney because Albert was, like, so over him. Dense legal shenanigans meant screenwriter Kevin McClory owned the rights to Blofeld, SPECTRE and the film Thunderball. Like any period of abstinence, the sensation is refreshing, strangely pleasing and definitely required. In with heroin smugglers, accidental (!) shipwreck, monasteries, ice skating, and plot-developing macaws.

Out with the space shuttles, lasers, supervillains, lairs, gadgets, disfigurements, and global genocides. But, somehow, she isn’t.įor Your Eyes Onlyis the franchise going cold turkey. With all her attributes (a goddamn crossbow, come on!) Melina should be one of the greats. But something, a certain fizz, is lacking. Not the third wife.)įiercely independent, brave, and resourceful, Melina has much going for her. Caroline Bouquet and Moore don’t exactly spark – possibly because he was courting his third wife while she was still in nappies. But somehow I feel she could be stronger. The Girl: Beautiful, enigmatic and avenging her murdered parents one crossbow bolt at a time.

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