Saturday, 12 September 2015

GOLDFINGER


Warning; 51 year-old spoilers ahead!

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ABOVE: A first edition of Goldfinger can easily run to $4,000
South America. A petrochemical installation. Two guards trudge by and the camera pulls back across a high wall to the wharf of the Ramirez Export Company, the water gently lapping at the hulls of the fishing boats anchored there. A seabird glides along, suddenly leaving the water to reveal its a dummy; a concealment for twin snorkel tubes worn by a diver. Casting the snorkel away with disdain, James Bond draws a piton pistol and fires a line over the wall into the compound, the grappling hook snagging on the masonry alerts a guard. Before the alarm can be raised, 007 leaps down and knocks him out, dashing across to one of the huge storage tanks. Inspecting the filler inlet, he finds a concealed switch, a panel revolving to become a door. Once inside a lightswitch reveals the tank hides an opium processing plant (The hand of set designer Ken Adam clearly visible here). Unwrapping a black plastic sausage from his waist, Bond squeezes an explosive paste along some nitro-methane tanks and sets a timer for ten minutes before leaving the way he came. 007 quickly sheds his nylon 'wetsuit' (Probably easier for him to wear than the real thing here) to reveal a white dinner jacket and bow tie – complete with red carnation!.
A local club the El Scorpio, the patrons' attention firmly on Bonita, the beautiful senorita dancing for them. Sauntering in dressed to kill, Bond catches her eye and checks his watch, lighting a cigarette just as the installation goes up in a collossal explosion. Amidst screams and chaos, Bond ambles up to his contact, who congratulates him on putting Ramirez out of the heroin business. His hotel is watched, there's a plane for Miami in an hour.

Bonita is taking a bath when Bond walks into her dressing room. Tossing her a towel, he hangs his jacket up and they kiss. His PPK digs into her and Bond, somewhat unwisely hangs the shoulder holster up on a hook. A thug – a Capungo – sneaks out from behind a wardrobe with a large cosh (Stunt legend Alf Joint started his career with this fight).  
 BELOW: Rehearsing the Capungo fight with Alf Joint

Somewhat unbelievably, Bond spots the Capungo reflected in Bonita's baby browns and twists her round to take it on the nut. Grabbing the thug's arm, Bond wrenches it down and knees him savagely to fall onto a sofa. Grabbing a small table, the heavy smashes it across Bond, following up with a savage right to the jaw and a couple of punches to the gut. The Capungo goes for a haymaker, but Bond grabs his arm and ducks to send him flying over his back to land heavily on the floor. The villain tries to kick Bond, who manages to grab hold of his foot and leg to try to twist him off balance, getting a hand pushed hard against his face in return. Quickly transferring his hold to the thug's arm, Bond uses it as a lever to throw him backwards into the bath, but freezes as the Capungo grabs for his PPK hanging nearby. Desperately, Bond swipes a small heat lamp into the bath, electrocuting the hapless goon. Collecting his things to leave, Bond utters the immortal line; 'Shocking. Positively shocking.'

The title sequence comes next and Robert Brownjohn's brilliantly simplistic work is unforgettable; Margaret Nolan (Who plays Dink) is painted gold and has scenes from this and the other Bond movies projected onto her body. The theme tune is so familiar I can dispense with serious description; Shirley Bassey's belter of a song is accompanied by brassy accents that set the tempo perfectly. The soundtrack makes much use of brass; an audio mirror to gold.


'Welcome to Miami Beach' – the banner trails behind a plane, the silver lozenge of the Goodyear blimp in the distance, between them a vast expanse of white, gigantic wedding cake waterfront hotels. We close in on the largest, the best; the Fontainebleau, circling around to the formal gardens and the swimming pool beyond as a bronzed god dives from the high board, spinning down to make an Olympian dive. The next frame we are underwater with him, the camera pulling away to reveal the trick; a massive plate glass viewing window, from which a besuited American turns, an indoor ice rink across the corridor. The man – Felix Leiter, of course - strides out purposefully amongst the sun-worshippers on their loungers, looking for someone. James Bond is face-down, being massaged by a girl called Dink. (The phenomenally sexy Margaret Nolan) When Felix arrives Bond sends her on her way with a slap on the bum and 'Man Talk'. Women's lib was some way off...


Felix has brought a mission for Bond; 'M' has cabled from London. Bond is to investigate a man with the unlikely name of Auric Goldfinger. The man himself arrives for his daily card game and Bond gets a look at him; a stocky, bulky man with a thinning shock of gold hair. Dressed in a yellow beach suit, gold watch, chunky gold cygnet ring and golden slippers the man is hard to miss. Simmons, his 'pigeon' is waiting, but Goldfinger insists on his customary chair. Right away he begins winning and the casually floating Bond's suspicion is piqued. Goldfinger wears a hearing aid, which Bond registers, an idea occurring...

Padding silently up the plushly carpeted corridor, Bond uses a Maid's key to unlock Goldfinger's suite. The suite is – what else! - mid-century luxurious, a well-accented English woman's voice drifting through from the curved balcony. A beautiful woman lies on a lounger, a transmitter beside her. She is looking through a pair of binoculars at Simmon's hand on the terrace below and relaying instructions to Goldfinger through his 'hearing aid'.


Clicking off the radio introductions are made; he is Bond, James Bond and she is Jill Masterson, an escort who is paid to be seen with Goldfinger. Clicking the radio back on, Bond gives the cheating Goldfinger a fright, threatening him with the Police unless he loses $15,000. Amused, Jill watches her employer lose and her new friend James draws her in for a kiss, inviting her to dinner. He knows just the place.

A sumptuous silver-service salmon meal is laid out, half eaten on the table, carnations and fruit un-noticed in their bowls (It looks good in 2015 – in sixties Britain it must have been unimagined luxury) On the King size, Bond and Jill are kissing with passion. A quick 'satisfaction' gag and the phone rings; it's Felix with a dinner invitation. Feigning regret, Bond declines and returns his attention to the matter at hand. Finding his half of Dom Perignon has become warm he heads off to the kitchen for another, explaining some things are simply not done (The Beatles joke hasn't aged as well as the wine). He gets a Karate chop to the neck for insulting Liverpool and is out cold, a sinister behatted shadow the only clue as to his attacker.

Time passes. Eventually, groggy and dazed, James Bond wakes and stumbles into the bedroom, an eerie metallic glow reflected on the walls. Turning the light on, Bond is confronted with the most memorable of images; Jill's body, stretched lifeless on the bed and covered from head to toe with golden paint. Struggling with his shock, Bond calls Felix.

 ABOVE, BELOW: Painting Shirley Eaton for the scene

A sunny day in London, the Palace of Westminster and the Clock Tower (Big Ben is the bell inside) the easiest, laziest of references. Nearby in 'M's office, Bond stands awkwardly for his debrief. Incredulous, 'M' is told that skin suffocation has been known to occur in cabaret dancers; leave a small patch at the base of the spine for the skin to breathe and it's ok. Someone didn't. Picking up on Bond's mood – he wants revenge – M slaps him down. If he can't be objective, 008 can replace him. 007 agrees, but is in the dark about the nature of the assignment. M invites him to dinner and a bemused Bond goes out through the famous red leather door to Moneypenny's office for a bit of banter.
A palatial, sweeping dining room. Bond and M sit flanking their host, Colonel Smithers. A high official with the Bank of England, the Colonel explains their role as the custodians of Great Britain's gold bullion. Just as Fort Knox, Kentucky holds the American Gold Reserve. A manservant offers a cabinet of cigars as Smithers continues; knowing the comparative amounts of bullion each country holds enables the governments to set the value of Sterling against the Dollar. Their concern is 'unauthorised leakages' – smuggling. The gentlemen debate the qualities of the brandy being served; Bond states it's a thirty year old fine (Pronouned 'Feen') indifferently blended with too much cheap Bons Boir. M's hackles rise and he chides Bond for showing off. Smithers explains Goldfinger has English bullion deposits spread around the globe to the value of £20,000,000. Why spread them?; the value of gold fluctuates so moving it to sell is not unusual. As a legitimate jeweller, Goldfinger is perfectly entitled to operate metallurgical installations such as his plant in Kent. What isn't known is how he transfers the gold overseas. Bond decides to approach Goldfinger and Smithers has just the lure; a gold bar, stamped with the Nazi Reichsadler, from the haul recovered from Lake Toplitz in the Salzkammergut. It's worth £5,000 so must be returned.
'Q' Branch, the following morning. Behind a glass screen, technician in gas masks beside a parking meter. One feeds it a coin and a jet of gas is sprayed from it, filling the cubicle. Amused, 007 strolls over to a workbench to inspect a grenade which Q takes from him with an air of irritation. Strolling past a demonstration of a bullet-proof vest (It's not perfected yet) Bond asks after his Bentley. She's been retired, on M's order, replaced by THAT car... of course, the Aston Martin DB5. The glass is bulletproofed, with revolving number plates for all countries. Next, Q shows 007 a magnetised tracker device with a smaller counterpart, to be fitted in the heel of Bond's shoe. A small screen concealed in the dashboard displays a roving map with a dot of light to show the location of the vehicle being followed. Sat-Nav MK1?. Exasperated, poor Q proceeds with the demo; the central arm-rest conceals a panel full of switches for smokescreen, oil-slick, rear bullet-proof screen, front-firing machine guns... and the flip-top gear lever with the red button. Bond isn't to touch it as it detaches a section of the roof panel then fires the passenger ejector seat. 007 thinks its a joke, but Q, as we all know never jokes about his work...
 ABOVE, BELOW: Sean Connery and the Aston Martin DB5 at Stoke Park
A swanky golf club; Stoke Park and a jovial Goldfinger approaches the club shop. Blacking, the club professional suggests a game with an old member who's dropped in and Goldfinger and Bond are eye to eye for the first time. Goldfinger recognises Bond's voice, but accepts at a shilling a hole. Outside, Bond is stopped by an extraordinary sight; Oddjob, Goldfinger's Korean manservant stands impassive in formal attire, caddying for his master. Play begins, but Goldfinger is no fool – he knows this is no coincidence and wants to know Bond's game. In reply, Bond drops the gold bar and Goldfinger is so entranced he misses an easy putt. Bond hands the bar to Hawker, his caddy to look after. 

With two holes to play, Goldfinger ups the stakes; Bond's gold bar against the cash equivalent. As Bond swings Goldfinger suddenly insists on strict rules of golf. Despite his crude attempt to foil Bond's shot, it goes straight down the fairway, unlike Goldfinger's hack which lands in the rough, disturbing a tribe of Pygmies as it goes. (Not really) Everyone hunts around for the lost ball and if it's not retrieved in five minutes he loses stroke and distance. Oddjob proves a caddish caddy, dropping a duplicate ball down a cunning hole in his trouser pocket suspiciously close to the green. The rotter!. Hawker confers with Bond, who confides he's standing on Goldfinger's ball!. Time for a little fun with Mister Goldfinger...
ABOVE: Guy Hamilton with his star
With one hole to play, Goldfinger makes a putt and Bond helpfully retrieves the ball, switching the Slazenger 1 for a Slazenger 7 he found earlier. If Goldfinger doesn't notice, he forfeits. After a tense 'Will he see it?' moment it comes down to the final putt; Goldfinger's goes in, Bond's goes awry. The gloating Goldfinger is stopped by Bond 'noticing' the 7. He plays a Penfold Hearts, so Goldfinger must have played the wrong ball... strict rules of golf... the cheat storms off, leaving a visibly delighted Hawker to plant the flag. Oddjob is loading his master's clubs into the boot of his car, a '37 Rolls Royce Phantom III in lemon and black. (Registration AU1 no less) Smoothly, Bond activates and plants the tracker in the boot. Furious, Goldfinger arrives and warns Bond off, hinting darkly at trouble if he persists in interfering in his affairs. At a signal from his employer, Oddjob steps forward, removes his hat and throws it frisbee-style across the drive towards a statue, which is decapitated. The fallen hat reveals a nasty steel brim. With ill grace, Goldfinger makes the cheque out to cash and Bond tosses Oddjob the golf ball, which the Korean crushes in his hand!. A thoughtful Bond walks over to his Aston to check the tracker is working. 

ABOVE: The golf scene
 BELOW: Filming the airport scene
Cut to Southend Municipal Airport and Bond waits out of sight as Goldfinger's Rolls is loaded aboard a Carvair transporter plane bound for Geneva, its driver and owner boarding the passenger section. His own flight is in half an hour, but he can afford to relax thanks to the tracker.

 ABOVE, BELOW: Connery on location in the Swiss alps
Switzerland, and Goldfinger's Rolls glides serenely along the alpine roads. Bond is closing the distance in his DB5, the tracking screen marking his quarry's statelier progress. The tedium of the long range follow is shattered by the arrival behind Bond of a brand-new white Mustang convertible, driven by a stunning girl – an impatient one at that. The girl passes and Bond prepares for a race, before his training takes over and, ruefully, he settles back into his drive. Meanwhile, up ahead Goldfinger's car has stopped at a roadside flower and fruit stall. Seeing the tracker dot stationary, Bond parks up on a bend above where he can observe. Goldfinger bites into his fruit, overlooked by Bond – who in turn is overlooked from above by a sniper; Mustang girl is taking aim. (I'd swear she's using the same Armalite AR-7 survival rifle 007 used in From Russia With Love) You don't need to be a pro to tell she's underestimated the range and overestimated the rifle... the shot whanging off the road by Bond's feet confirms it. Smirking, Oddjob drives away and the Mustang comes down in hot pursuit, only for the DB5 to pull out from a cutting. Bond is soon past her, taking the inside bend and blocking her to furious horn blasts. Apparently relenting, he waves her past, opening the arm-rest cover as he does. A retractable tyre-shredder extends from Bond's rear wheel and rips through the Mustang's front tyre and the side panels before doing the same to the rear. The crippled Mustang hurtles off the road and Bond helps the shocked girl from the ditch.
ABOVE; Filming in Switzerland
The girl is in a hurry and in no mood for Bond's pick-up lines, asking him for a lift to the nearest garage. On the way, she claims her name is Tilly Soames – a glance in the mirror at the obvious guncase suggests her initials are 'TM'. He recognises the case and has a little fun teasing her before a garage saves her from dropping herself further in it. Whoever this girl is, she's no professional. Declining the offer of further help, she watches Bond drive off, following his little white dot. Soon, he pulls up outside a factory, Auric Enterprises AG. Looks like the Pilatus aircraft factoy to me. In no time, Bond is sneaking around the treeline above the installation with his binoculars. Goldfinger's Rolls sits outside, but there's nothing to see. Yet. Evening turns to night and Bond has gone for a natty black spy-suit with matching rucksack, offset by stylish blue webbing straps. Sneaking down onto the factory grounds, he dodges the guards, but ends up in a dead-end. What to do?. Luckily, there's a WHACKING GREAT sign in German; 'Entry Strictly Forbidden' by a convenient ladder, so up he goes into the shadows.

A glance through some shutters and the mystery of the gold is revealed; the Rolls is being dismantled, and paint has been stripped from the wings and other parts, which are made of 18 k gold. (It's a miracle that Carvair cleared the runway) The entire workforce appear to be Korean, all identically kitted out in blue kung-fu suits with yellow sashes, fu yun socks and slippers. Just then, Goldfinger appears with Bert Kwouk dressed up in a Mao suit. Total inconspicuousness in Switzerland guaranteed!. Bert is Mr.Ling, a Red Chinese agent and Goldfinger is explaining the art of smuggling gold using ventriloquism (Look closely; his lips aren't moving. Almost all of his lines were overdubbed by actor Michael Collins) As the two conspirators leave the building, Bond overhears a fragment of conversation about 'Operation Grandslam'. Time to go. Back in the woods, he ponders his next move when a crackling of twigs announces company, a rather curvy sniper taking position. 007 jumps on her and her rifle barrel tilts up to trigger an alarm wire. Inside, an indicator board has lit up like its Christmas and the balloon is up.

Wrestling with the sniper Bond is surprised to see it's Tilly; she wants Goldfinger dead – he killed her sister. Bond puts it together and realises Tilly is Jill Masterson's sister. A shot cracks past and they make a run for Bond's car, but the guards have discovered it, a Mercedes parked behind the DB5. 007 bounces one of the jumpsuits off his own car and they leap into the Aston, roaring off into the forest. Two cars are in pursuit, a goon blasting away with an MP40 sub-machine gun. Bond flicks a switch and fills the road behind with thick smoke, sending one of the Mercs off the road into a tree. One to go; more bullets are whining off the Aston and 007 sends an oil-slick spraying across a bend in the road. The pursuing car skids off the hillside, explodes into the standard-issue flames and fetches up against the wall of the factory in a gout of fire. Yet another Mercedes arrives and more bursts smack off Bond's car. Setting his jaw, Bond comes to a fork in the road, choosing left – and coming up against a sheer drop, stopping just in time. Deploying the bullet-screen, Bond engages the henchmen, blasting away (with a Walther P-38 rather than his trademark PPK; possibly from the under-seat weapons tray fitted, but not seen in the film) while Tilly makes a run for cover. As she does, Oddjob arrives, removes his hat and throws it to break her neck. Bond runs to her, but she's dead. 


The stooges carry her prostrate body and Bond is led back to his car, an armed escort in the passenger seat. The odd convoy halts at a gatehouse and an elderly fraulein raises the barrier with an obsequious curtsy. Inside the compound, Bond cuts away from the lead car and before the bemused guard can say '무슨에 대한 그 버튼?' he's ejected; whoosh-aieee!. Bond makes his break, swerving the DB5 nimbly around the minions headed back for the barrier. Gatehouse-Gran gets in the way with an MP40 and relives ze good old days by ripping through a magazine. There's no way out, so Bond heads into the complex, hoods in hot pursuit, roaring up and down the same few streets in a hectic attempt to leave his pursuers behind. 


He spots a pair of headlights ahead and realises he'll be trapped. He fires the Aston's machine guns... no effect!. A split second before the crash, he wrenches the wheel over and crashes heavily into a wall, knocking himself out. At first Oddjob can't see why Bond crashed, but spots the large mirror mounted at a right angle between the buildings. The headlights Bond saw were his own...
Bond comes to in darkness, strapped to a table, below him a sheet of gold. The lights go on and he is in an extraordinary chamber, a control booth at one side, radio and scientific gear along the walls. Above him a large device hangs, ominously from a rail. Goldfinger walks in and greets his prisoner as 007. His attempt at denial is brushed aside; he's been recognised by one of the oppisition. The device is an industrial laser, which can project a spot on the moon – or cut through metal. At a click of his finger the technicians activate the laser with lots of pulsating neon coils and sound effects. It draws back to below Bond's feet and cracks into life, a vivid red beam lancing down to the gold sheet, which gouts into flame as the beam begins cutting... between Bond's legs. Goldfinger explains his love of gold and bids Bond a good night, going to confer with Ling. 


Desperate now, Bond calls out that if he doesn't report, 008 will replace him. Goldfinger laughs this off and resumes chatting to Ling. Bond has nothing left; just a gamble. He mentions 'Operation Grandslam'. Ling is startled, but Goldfinger is dismissive, two words with no significance. But can he take that chance?, perhaps Bond is worth more alive. A technician wanders up and produces a dart gun, which he fires into Bond's side, knocking him out.

Diversion; grab a cuppa, have a biscuit-not the bourbons, I don't share them with anyone. While reviewing and revisiting this most familiar, most-praised Bond film I was struck by the revelation that familiarity breeds, if not contempt, an under-rating effect. This film is absolutely filled with fabulous set-pieces, unbeatable dialogue and I wish I could see it for the first time just to appreciate them all. Many of you have seen this film so many times you might fail to notice just how many iconic scenes there are; Oddjob's hat decapitatatatalising the statue, the laser table, the Q-scene... and the next one. Drink up; we've got a long way to go.
ABOVE: Pussy Galore is Goldfinger's personal pilot
BELOW: Ken Adam's original plan for Goldfinger's private jet
James Bond comes round to see a beautiful face smiling at him. A ravishing Blonde, she introduces herself as Pussy Galore (The US studio people went beserk) and Bond utters the line; 'I must be dreaming'. They are aboard Goldfinger's private jet, a luxury number with lots of golden accents and they are at 35,000 feet above Newfoundland. There's even a stewardess, Mei Lei, clad alluringly in a golden crop top and skirt. Bond orders a Martini – shaken, not stirred (It arrives in a gold-accented glass; you get the idea Goldfinger is a tad obsessed...) Pussy reveals she's Goldfinger's personal pilot and immune to Bond's charm. She announces they are 55 minutes out from Baltimore and Bond needs to attend to his personal admin. His suitcase is there, but regretfully Mei Lei tells him his attache case was 'damaged during examination'. Bond cheerfully accepts her apology – no doubt having a quiet laugh at the thought of the idiot who tried opening it. There's a bathroom aboard so Bond sets to it, but notices the clock has a spyhole. There's some comedy as he hangs his jacket over it, then spots the two-way mirror and blocks that by opening his case. 007 quickly unscrews his safety razor to retrieve the miniature tracker, activates it and conceals it in his heel. Finally, Bond removes his case and sprays shaving foam over the mirror. Poor Mei Lei!.
Emerging resplendent in a grey three-piece Bond is met by Pussy with a .45 Smith & Wesson revolver. Bond points out if she fires it the round will go through him and the fuselage, sucking them out into space and prefers to sit down enjoying his drink. At the same time in Londinium, M takes a scrambled call from Felix in Washington. Bond's tracker has been received and Goldfinger's plane is listed as bound for Bluegrass field, Kentucky. M asks Leiter to keep an eye on 007, but not to charge in. The jet in question has landed and taxis to a hanger festooned with a large banner advertising 'Pussy Galore's Flying Circus'. A flight of Piper Cherokees goes over in close formation and Bond's praise for their talents is received by Pussy with matter of factness; she trained them. His attempt to get round her is foiled by Oddjob, standing waiting to take him to Auric Stud Farms, Inc.

After Bond's departure, Pussy waits for her team to land and we see they are all female, statuesque and blonde. They all sport the same fabulous black catsuits cinched at the waist with wide webbing belts, golden piping and a natty gold sunburst logo over their left, erm, hearts. (Any sixties-er and Austin Powers would have been irrelevant...) The final briefing is tonight...

Bond arrives at Goldfinger's stud farm, two jockeys trot by on sulkies to a burst of jaunty banjo music. Goldfinger tries to play mein host, but Bond just insults him and is sent to his room in disgrace. The accomodation turns out to be a cell with a heavy steel door and an armed blue jumpsuit outside. Resigned, Bond sits on the cot bed and taps his shoe reflectively. Then we see a tracking screen fitted to the dash of a Ford Thunderbird. Johnny, a CIA man calls to his partner, Felix, wondering if they should drop in. Felix is confident and assures his partner Bond will shout if he needs help. Bond is left to stew in his cell.

A vast 'rumpus room', a splendid split-level wood affair with a stainless steel fireplace, bar, pool table, carriage lamps, fairground horses, bookshelves etc. A gathering of legitimate businessmen is joined by Goldfinger. The hoods aren't best pleased to be in a room with their rivals and each is owed $1,000,000 for deliveries they made to their host. Dramatically, he offers them each their million today – or ten million tomorrow, as soon as his bank opens. But what kind of bank opens on a Sunday?. Pressing a hidden switch under the pool table sends it turning and the baize revolving to reveal a control panel. To the alarm of the gangsters, shutters block out the windows and a section of the floor raises to reveal an aerial picto-map printed on the bottom. Grabbing a pool cue, Goldfinger indicates a solitary, fortress-like building. The Gold Depository at Fort Knox. In it's vaults; $15 Billion of gold, the entire supply of the USA. The laughs die out to incredulity; there's thirty-five thousand troops stationed around there according to one associate. Forty-one thousand says Goldfinger. Undaunted, he goes to his console and a large section of floor retracts, the bar rotates and a scale model of Fort Knox and its surrounds rises impressively from the floor. (Lets assume Goldfinger bumped the model maker off to avoid awkward phone calls to the FBI.)

Here, Goldfinger makes a rousing speech; Man has climbed Everest, reached the Ocean floor, fired rockets to the moon. He has achieved miracles in every field of human endeavour... except crime!.

Pacing his cell, Bond pauses at the door grill to wave at the guard who sits, impassive. (I'd say 'inscrutable' , but then we're on the path to dodgy Oriental tropes and all sorts of dubiousness) He does this twice, but the third time he merely winks and disappears downwards from view. The gullible guard opens the door – and Bond has vanished!. OK, he's braced against both sides of the cell above the door and drops on the guard, knocking him out and stealing his pistol. He makes his way towards the sound of voices echoing from above and finds himself under the model peeking through the windows of the miniature. He grabs a handy piece of paper and pencil and scribbles a note of the dastard's plot as Goldfinger continues above. 'Mr.Midnight' has delivered a consignment of Delta-9 gas smuggled across the border from Canada. Tomorrow at dawn, Pussy Galore's pilots will fly over and spray the area of Fort Knox with Delta-9, a task force smuggled by 'Mr.Strap' from Mexico will launch a motorised assault with help from a consignment from 'Mr.Solo.' Solo has heard enough and wants none of it. Sportingly, Goldfinger acquiesces and excuses himself to escort Solo from the meeting. Bond extracts the tracker from his heel and wraps it in his warning note.

Without warning, Bond's legs are pulled from under him, sending him crashing into an air vent and he's thrown across the room with a judo hold. He's startled and surprised; it's Pussy! (He keeps calling her 'Poosy', the only annoying part of his performance). She's got armed backup so Bond hands back the pistol and allows himself to be escorted out. As he goes to his cell, Goldfinger's assistant Kisch slyly enters a control room and flicks on tv monitors showing the hoods in the Rumpus Room. Donning a gas mask, (Badly; he's missed a strap) he flips a switch and above, the steel fireplace hood drops down, a steel shutter drops sealing the room. Another switch and a panel flicks up with four canisters of gas, hissing ominously. The panicked hoods don't stand a chance and drop to the floor, quite dead.

Outside, one of Goldfinger's Oriental guards is loading gold bars into the boot of a Lincoln Continental. Goldfinger parts company with Mr.Solo, Pussy and Bond joining them. Sneakily, Bond slips the tracker and note into Solo's pocket and Oddjob drives the goon off 'to the airport.' With a smirk, Bond tells Goldfinger he enjoyed the briefing, but Goldfinger gets one over by smiling and replying 'So did I' before striding off. CIA Johnny spots the tracker dot moving and calls to his partner, following the Lincoln with Felix. Oddjob drives past the airport and turns into a side road, turning with a suppressed pistol in his hand he shoots Solo. He then drives into a scrap yard and simply walks away from the Lincoln. If you are a 'petrol-head' this part may be upsetting; a dirty great claw drops and grabs the Continental, hauling her up into the crusher. What a waste!. In no time at all a beautiful car is turned into a cube of scrap, dead hood and gold, which a magnet hoists over to a pickup truck Oddjob is now driving. The tracker signal has died and Felix and Johnny are baffled and don't notice the pickup driving past with a bowler-hatted Korean at the wheel...

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Pussy Galore and Goldfinger are served Mint Juleps and discuss her plans for her share of the loot. She'll buy an island in the Bahamas. Goldfinger strokes her hand, but she pulls it away and Kisch enters to inform his boss of two men with binoculars. Touts looking for racing tips?, or Bond's friends?. Correctly guessing the latter Goldfinger orders Bond join them; amusingly he's now in his cell along with five guards. Pussy goes to change and Bond tells his captor that Delta-9 is in fact, fatal. 60,000 people will die. Goldfinger counters this, saying American motorists kill that number every two years. 007 Continues; the gold must weigh 10,500 tons. Sixty men would take twelve days to load it onto two hundred trucks, making the scheme impractical. However, Goldfinger has no intention of removing the gold!. Bond puts it together – Ling is a specialist in Nuclear Fission, he must have brought a bomb from Red China... the entire gold reserve of the US would be radioactive for over half a century!. Impressed, Bond concedes the genius of it all; China gets economic chaos in the West (Fifty-one years early) Goldfinger's own stocks would multiply in value tenfold. (This is the infamous plot hole in the novel fixed; Goldfinger's original plan was to use a train to steal the gold and a nuke to blow his way into the vault.) Oddjob arrives with the cubed Lincoln and Bond realises his plan failed. 



Pussy re-emerges in a low-cut blouse and slacks and takes Bond's arm. The watching CIA men are duped accordingly; Bond must be fine, he's with a woman. Once they are alone in a stable, Bond tries reason, then tries it on, getting a judo throw into the hay for his trouble and there's a bit of playful tussling before Bond throws her, before forcing himself on her. This scene might have played better in '64, but it looks dodgy as hell in 2015. The inevitable; she submits to his advances.




 BELOW: Director Guy Hamilton discusses a point with Honor Blackman on set

Dawn and the Flying Circus takes off, gas canisters slung under their wings. Soon they are diving over Fort Knox and operation 'Rock-a-bye baby' is on, the canisters spraying the area below. They fly over the barracks nearby and whole squads of men simply drop. Within moments, tanks have lost their crews and the whole garrison is wiped out. At a nearby location, a small convoy of military vehicles in US markings receives the news and, donning gas masks moves out, Oddjob throwing the handcuffed Bond a mask. As the vehicles roll, they pass evidence of the effectiveness of the gas; a car crash, groups of dead soldiers and at the entrance to Fort Knox itself, a crashed station wagon, the occupants hanging lifeless from the doors and windows. A close up; Felix and Johnny are in the car!. At the gates, Kisch – in oddly mixed military garb – checks a device, an 'Auric Spectrometer' that indicates the gas has dispersed and the air's safe. Some goons appear with 'bangalore torpedoes' (Pipe charges) and blow the gate.
Pulling into position a military ambulance reveals its secret; Kisch opens some panels on the side and, from the roof emerges a laser identical to the one that nearly tickled Bond's fancy. Now handcuffed to Oddjob, Bond can only watch as the laser cuts through a roller security door and with a chain hitched, the Ambulance wrenches the remains free. With the personnel inside out of commission, the task force owns the place. Goldfinger's helicopter flies in with Pussy at the controls carrying Goldfinger, Ling and the atomic device. Yet more of Goldfingers blue-suits wheel the device inside for Ling to arm with the master-control doodad (The bomb was designed for visual value, with spinning bits and lots going on; a good move by Director Guy Hamilton – real nuclear devices aren't very sexy, there's no flashing lights, counters or any of the usual movie beeping. These all take power and are unnecessary.) Handily, they have the combination to the vault and the gigantic door hums open. Ling locks the case to the device and the countdown clock is ticking down... 

Outside, Felix and the others in the station wagon are suddenly awake – they were shamming and a radiation detector (looking just like an oscilloscope) shows the bomb is here. The Brigadier in command relays his orders; 'commando tactics' and minimum offensive fire. Inside, the blues take the bomb into the vault, a four-storey fortress with level on level of brilliant, radiant gold bars stacked high behind steel bars thick as a man's wrist. In the lift, Kisch uncuffs Oddjob and recuffs Bond to the bomb. With a hearty 'Goodbye Mr.Bond' Goldfinger takes his leave and the lift is sent down to the bottom of the vault. 254 seconds to detonation. Outside, the US troops arrive, despatching the blue-suits with bayonets. Inevitably, they are spotted and it goes noisy, panicking Goldfinger who legs it to the vault door console and closes it, Oddjob and Kisch still inside. Divesting himself of his overcoat, the wily Goldfinger is dressed as a US Officer. Slapping a side cap on he draws a gold-plated (He can't help himself!) Colt revolver and as the good guys arrive he shoots Ling, shouting orders and slips past to pick up an MP40 and treacherously mows the American soldiers down.

In the vault, Kisch has no wish to die, running to defuse the device. Oddjob's loyalty is absolute and final, however; he grabs hold of Kisch and hurls him from the railings to his death. Bond sees a chance; Kisch had the handcuff keys and he begins hauling the heavy case towards the dead man. Spotting this, Oddjob sets off down the stairs to stop him., flinging his deadly hat at Bond, who ducks, alerted perhaps by the pause in the Korean's noisy descent. Freeing himself in the very nick, Bond runs for it, ducking as the lethal hat flashes above him to cut a high-tension power cable, sending it arcing and sparking to the floor. Spotting a trolley laden with bars, Bond launches one at Oddjob, but it merely bounces off his chest, the only result a smile. Launching himself at the killer, Bond is lifted effortlessly and flung against the wall like the proverbial rag doll. Finding a heavy wooden staff on the floor, 007 tries using it as a battering ram, only for Oddjob to karate chop in into two. 

Two whacks to the face with the remaining staff and Bond is slammed into the wall, then hurled halfway across the vault as the battle rages outside. A steel bar next, twisted from Bond's hand with inhuman strength and he bounces off another wall. 145 seconds... Bond twists Oddjob around in a judo hold and receives a chop to the kidney. Thrown against some bars, Bond hangs, almost done, panting for breath and fighting to stay on his feet. Chop; hurl, Bond slides to where Oddjob's hat lies. As he picks it up, a flicker of fear shows momentarily; has the Korean a human weakness?. The mask drops back as quickly as it rose and again the impassive killer circles Bond, whose throw slashes past to stick between the bars. Oddjob smiles; he'll kill Bond this time. As he reaches for his hat, Bond leaps for the fizzing high-tension wire and jabs it against the bars. A screaming Oddjob is electrocuted, falling to the ground, quite dead. (In fact Harold Sakata burnt his hand shooting this scene, but held on grimly determined not to ruin the shot.)
The Bomb! 058 seconds!. Bond grabs two gold bars and frantically attacks the lock on the case as above, the last of Goldfinger's blue boys are being mopped up, one crushed as a soldier unlocks the combination and opens the vault door. 036 seconds!. Looks like Bond will be preserved forever in molten gold. A blue takes careful aim at 007 – and is riddled with tommy-gun rounds, his corpse tumbling from the high railing. The lock gives way and Bond is face to face with lots of wires, doobry wotsits, moving parts and a rotating warhead. 017 seconds!. He braces himself to yank out the wiring loom as the main force arrives, charging down the stairs. 009 seconds – and a hand calmly reaches in and clicks a switch to deactivate the bomb. The counter remains frozen... at 007 seconds. Felix and Johnny rush up to Bond as the explosive ordnance expert removes the master-timer. Bond states; 'Three more ticks and Mr.Goldfinger would have hit the jackpot' (The 007 gag was an afterthought, evidently) Goldfinger has escapes, but Pussy helped the CIA switch the gas in the canisters.

A grateful Felix escorts Bond to a waiting US Government Jetstar. He's to meet the President and dine at the White House. Knowing James, Felix has ordered the plane stocked with liquor for three and the men shake hands, old friends bidding each other farewell. A jaunty salute and Bond enters the plane. In the air, Bond unbuckles his seatbelt and presses for that drink. The stewardess looks an awful lot like Goldfinger with his golden gun; because it IS Goldfinger with his golden gun. (There are brief glimpses of yet another Korean; originally, 007 was to fight him and Goldfinger, but this was dropped) The crew of the Jetstar are bound and gagged in a hangar. Saucily, 007 inquires if Goldfinger's dining at the White House too. He's bound for Cuba and indicates Pussy is at the controls. Spotting a chance, Bond grabs for the gun and they tussle. The pistol fires, blowing out a window. Bond grabs for a bulkhead, but Goldfinger is sucked, helpess to the window as the jet tips into a dive. He's pushed through the window by the cabin pressure to his doom. Desperately, Pussy wrenches at the stick for control, but the Jetstar is dropping like a stone even as Bond joins her to help. Felix and co. have discovered the plane's crew and rush up to the control tower to watch an altimeter (Made for the film as a handy reference), a white dot falling rapidly, another breaking from it at the last moment. The Jetstar rolls over and slams into the ocean, exploding into fragments.
From the passenger seat of a whirlybird, Felix scans an area of woodland for any sign of his friend. On the ground, Pussy tries signalling to the passing chopper, but Bond is having none of it; he pulls her down onto the parachute canopy that saved them and they kiss, 007 pulling the canopy over them both.

The end theme blares out, scenes from the film playing across Margaret Nolan's golden face...
THE END OF “GOLDFINGER” BUT JAMES BOND WILL BE BACK IN “THUNDERBALL”
So, there you have it; Bond survives – he always will, which is the achilles heel of the series. You know that whatever perils he faces, they cannot kill off the golden goose. (Perhaps a final film will one day employ his death to ensure a massive box-office?) I've resisted 'doing' Goldfinger for ages and for two main reasons; it's not a favourite of mine (It just isn't) and its THE Bond film. I had to clear the decks and give this a few weeks of my attention to do it any justice. I hope I have. Connery is fantastic, but you can see the difference from Dr.No and From Russia where he was thin,
hungry looking and catlike. He's not exactly stodgy here, but he's noticably put on a little weight. This point is lost as you watch the film and only a serious pedant would raise it. That would be me. Anyhey, he does the business and, compared to his at-times half-hearted performance in Diamonds are Forever he's in the moment perfectly. Bernard Lee is at his crusty, irascible finest, Desmond Llewelyn had one of his best early outings in the first proper 'Q-scene' and Lois Maxwell gives solid, charming support as Moneypenny. Cec Linder's Felix Leiter is a warm, open character and plays well against the British spy. Shirley Eaton and Tania Mallet (Jill and Tilly Masterson respectively) have memorable scenes – both are attractive women, but Eaton is one of England's most beautiful women and quite mesmerizing. Honor Blackman, a Judoka in real-life was able to show her skills in the film, making her a capable and believable opponent. She was 38 at the time of filming, making her the oldest Bond girl until Monica Belucci's appearance in the imminent SPECTRE. Harold Sakata, a Hawaiian Olympic weightlifter and wrestler won the role despite competition from Milton Reid, the British wrestler who challenged him to wrestle for the part. The producers went with Sakata, partly as Reid had been 'killed' in Dr.No. (Reid went on to play Sandor in The Spy Who Loved Me.) Which pretty much leaves one Karl Gerhart Fröbe. Known as 'Gert', Fröbe he joined the Nazi's age 16 and, disillusioned, left the partei before the war, during which he hid two German jews from the Nazis. After the war he went from theatre and cabaret into films, his role as a child-killer in It Happened in Broad Daylight gaining the attention of the James Bond producers. The story goes that Goldfinger was initially banned in Israel, due to his former Nazi associations, but a family he helped came forward and the ban was lifted. (This, along with his Nazi membership is discounted by Sinclair McKay in his excellent book The Man with the Golden Touch.) Much of Fröbe's dialogue was overdubbed as I've already mentioned, but he manages to convey his character with gusto, humour and the villain is one of the most memorable of the series.

GOLDEN GOOFS:
Skin suffocation has been widely exposed as a myth; the only risk for poor Jill would have been overheating.
If the rear window is bullet-proofed, why does the Aston need a bullet-screen?.
As Oddjob drives Goldfinger's Rolls from the golf club, watch carefully; Goldfinger isn't in it.
The DB5 has had its sun-visors removed; not uncommon with movie cars, but you can clearly see the fixing holes.
GEEK DETAILS:
The spyhole clock in Goldfinger's jet is identical to the one seen in Blofeld's (He's not named as such, but who else strokes fluffy white cats in these films?) yacht in From Russia With Love.
Also, why does the jet have these spyholes fitted?; as its his private jet and he couldn't have anticipated Bond travelling on it, it makes no sense. Unless Mei Lei enjoys watching Goldfinger on the throne...
The easy chairs in the plane are indentical to Blofeld's famous chair from You Only Live Twice.
Is it a Bowler or a Top-Hat?; clearly, Oddjobs legendary chapeau is styled as a short Topper, but hatmakers Lock & Co. confirmed it was a Bowler, without the traditional domed top (These were basically helmets for bankers)
Ian Fleming visited the Hotel Fontainebleau set during filming. He died before the film's release.
 The film that saved Aston Martin?; the car maker agreed to supply two cars for production. (It was meant to have been an E-type, but snooty t**t Sir.William Lyons of Jaguar said no!) See the incomparable Doubleonothing site for a detailed look at the DB5; http://doubleonothing.com/2010/05/02/no-mr-bond-i-expect-you-to-drive-the-history-of-the-james-bond-aston-martin-db5/
Another company did rather well from the Aston; the Mettoy company, makers of the Corgi toys made a DB5 model with working gadgets; it became the biggest seller of the year and one of the best-known toys of all time. (Yes, I've got one, I'm planning to scale it up to drive...)
The first of three Bond themes sung by Shirley Bassey (Diamonds are Forever and Moonraker, if you didn't know)
Went to school with Scaramanga?, Blofeld?, no?; Ian Fleming did. Some of those most memorable names were simply classmates, but he knew Architect Erno Goldfinger through a golf buddy related to Mrs.Goldfinger. Fleming probably hated Goldfingers brutalist modern concrete buildings, hence the name becomes a villain. Outraged, Goldfinger launched a lawsuit which publishers Cape settled out of court, agreeing to clarify that all characters were fictitious. This failed to stop the exasperated architect receiving endless calls from wags putting on mock Scottish accents and claiming to be 007.
The score was written by the phenomenal John Barry, the title song's lyrics by Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse. Co-producer Harry Saltzman hated the song on first hearing, only Cubby Broccoli's intervention saving it. It's now a classic.





 ABOVE & BELOW: Pussy Galore's Flying Circus
BELOW: Shirley Eaton poses with a pistol






ABOVE: Honor Blackman is Pussy Galore
BELOW: Gert Frobe is Goldfinger
ABOVE: Harold Sakata is Oddjob









ABOVE: John Adam's plans for the DB5




 ABOVE, BELOW: The stars and the premiere of Goldfinger

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