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Saturday, February 02, 2002

ABC is showing one of the three or four best — arguably the best, and closest to the books — James Bond movies, From Russia With Love, tonight.  The network's experiment in rerunning a dozen or so of the 007 films in chronological order began with Dr. No last Saturday, and was a ratings flop, either because young whippersnappers today won't watch a 40-year-old flick or because it was padded to three hours with unwatchable skits about the cast of ABC's Jim Belushi sitcom watching the movie, struggling to open a can of nuts, and discussing whether 007 could beat Godzilla.  Courtney Thorne-Smith can star in my Bond movie any day, but otherwise must-miss TV.

But if you don't mind time-tripping to 1963 and can Tivo through the foul filler, it's well worth seeing not only the increasingly suave and confident Sean Connery but the superlative villains, Lotte Lenya and Robert Shaw, and getting a taste of Ian Fleming's Bond: a character as dated to the 1950s as Sherlock Holmes is to the 1890s, but a thoroughly credible Cold War spy, an underpaid civil servant working for a declining England, and (though Fleming called him "that cardboard booby") a far more three-dimensional figure than the jokey superhero of most of the movies.

After FRWL, the third big-screen Bond and breakthrough hit was 1964's Goldfinger, which also has a claim to be the greatest but whose gadget-equipped Aston Martin set the series on its fateful path toward Saturday-morning cartoons starring Roger Moore; today, Pierce Brosnan and the producers are at least trying to unsplit Bond's personality or find the right ratio of guts to glitz, but the damage has long since been done.

The movies have also done wrong by Bond's true heir; the late Adam Hall's Quiller novels are an amazing combination of Fleming's "one man saving the world" swashbucklers and John le Carre's realistic, gritty depictions of the half-bureaucratic, half-murderous life of British Intelligence.  But the only movie, The Quiller Memorandum, combined a stagy Harold Pinter screenplay and miscast American star George Segal.
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D'oh!  I was so absorbed by reading Weblogs and cropping the cat that I didn't phone Florida till 9:20 last night, by which time in-laws Ned and Judy, exhausted from hosting company and marrying off their son, were asleep in bed.  You always feel awful when you call and wake somebody up.  But Patricia and everyone are fine, and this morning I was startled and flattered to see last night's entry mentioned on Jonathon's site.  It's hardly the first time my name's appeared on the Web, but I'm absurdly tempted to save a screen shot.

If we all start using it to post pictures of our cats, Dave'll probably pull the My Pictures tool out of Radio.
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