At this point, I don’t think there is much cause to recount the ninja craze that swept the world in the 1980s (you can piece together the story from our […]
If you, like me, were interested to see where Bond would go after Fleming (and Amis) and now that it was the 1980s, then License Renewed isn’t going to let you down, but it’s not really going to excite you either.
It’s no surprise that Katy’s first-person narrative (written by a middle-aged man in the late 1960s) is the stuff of pure male fantasy. She’s a tall, sexy, tanned redhead, with in inner monologue that spends a lot of time dwelling on how fabulous her tits are.
It must have been daunting to assume the mantle of keeper of the James Bond novels, something Amis eventually did under the pen name Robert Markham — somewhat pointlessly. Everyone knew he was the author, and his name often appeared on the covers alongside the Robert Markham pseudonym.
If Bond films were the epitome of cool, then The Silencers were their leering lounge lizard cousin. Everything is cheaper and cruder. Ursula Andress emerging from the ocean in Dr. No became an iconic image of sophisticated sex appeal. The Silencers is like a high schooler drawing pictures of naked ladies on the bathroom wall.
It’s possible that Martin could have handled a more serious script. He’d recently proven himself quite capable of a powerful dramatic turn, both as the drunken deputy in Rio Lobo and again alongside Marlon Brando and Montgomery Clift in The Young Lions. But everyone, including Dean himself, figured no one wanted to see a dark and violent turn from the popular entertainer.
“I was taking a martini across the room…” If that line, the first sentence in the first Matt Helm novel by Donald Hamilton, had been the only sentence in the book, then there would have been very little stylistic conflict between the Matt Helm of the books and the incarnation of the character that eventually fond its way onto movie screens.
DC offers plenty for the curious young man or woman who has had their temporary fill of the buildings lining the National Mall. Below are four of my favorite slightly more niche museums. I would not call them off-the-beaten path — the International Spy Museum, in particular, is a heavily trafficked destination. But they are four museums that offer up a slightly different experience.
The movie hits the ground running with ice-cold North Korean spy Pyo involved in an arms deal in Berlin that rapidly goes south. The South Koreans, led by disillusioned veteran Jeong, were looking to make a bust they hoped might lead them to a secret bank account that was kept by recently departed Kim Jong-il.
I like… no, I love… that there are at least two films that vie for the title of “the Turkish Rambo.” One of them, Vahsi Kan, stars familiar face Cuneyt Arkin and has a cameo by, of all things, a gang of zombies. The second, Korkusuz, stars a perpetually confused bodybuilder named Serdar as Serdar.