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Re: General Movie Discussion Thread Part VIII
Yesterday the Castro Theatre had the 007 triple feature Goldfinger, On Her Majesty's Secret Service and Moonraker and it was sensational. Had never seen those on the big screen before and it was an exceptional experience.
Just outside in front of the theatre, The Aston Martin Owners Club displayed two vehicles from "007 lore," the 1969 Aston Martin DBS from On Her Majesty's Secret Service and the 2008 Aston Martin DBS V12 from Quantum of Solace.
On Her Majesty's Secret Service was stunning in glorious Panavision and 35 mm, remastered sound which made every punch and kick likely peel out across the entire Castro District. The sound and picture were superb for all three films, drawing out the lush greens of Moonraker as lovingly as On Her Majesty's Secret Service's blinding, icy snow whites.
On Her Majesty's Secret Service features the most tragic of all of the Bond film plots, as James Bond's (George Lazenby) obsession with tracking down Ernst Stavro Blofeld, especially made palpable by his superior, M (Bernard Lee), overseeing his removal from "Operation Bedlam," meant to undo Blofeld's vast and terrible international criminal network, leads Bond to engendering a romantic relationship with Diana Rigg's Tracy Di Vicenzo. Bond's petulance in the face of M's orders is endearing in how immature it is as he sulks and threatens retirement from Her Majesty's Secret Service. Tracy is the daughter of one of Blofeld's nefarious but distinctly-less megalomaniacal and wicked international crime lord rivals, Marc-Ange Draco. Draco wants Bond to provide a strong hand in rehabilitating his daughter, whose mental health has taken a major turn for the worse following her former husband, Count Giulio di Vicenzo, running out on her with one of his many mistresses and perishing in the process, as did her baby daughter, of spinal meningitis. Bond, being the hotshot agent he is, coldly utilizes Tracy for his own benefit in his efforts to ensnare Blofeld.
During the film's lengthy second act Tracy is nowhere to be seen, which fittingly provides Bond with the freedom to plunge into an almost phantasmagorical wonderland of lust as one young lady after another expresses the desire to spend some quality time for rest and relaxation with him at the institute for the development of therapies against a wide assortment of allergies Blofeld is using as a front for yet another heinous plot to blackmail the world's great powers. Bond happily plunges into the bacchanalian world of erotica with an assortment of ladies, but the trysts are meaningless and chiefly for the sake of collecting information. Later, as the third act commences, Tracy reappears to save Bond, who is at that moment appropriately down and out, hunted like a dog, posing as a man trying to warm himself with beer against Switzerland's winter, looking as alone as he has ever in the entire history of the character onscreen. For all of his physical adventures, Bond truly has no one. He quickly begins to finally comprehend this long after the wheels have gone into motion he finds himself falling in love with her, recognizing that only someone like Tracy could possibly be so damaged to even begin to understand him. And then, of course, the knockout, pitiless ending, where Bond finds that his actions have the most terrible consequences. There is no escape from the life he has known, a life in which he knows so many different, haunting faces of death.
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