Goldfinger

Guy Hamilton, UK, 1964, 112 minutes

The third Bond movie, and probably the best, before the series started to become clumsy parodies of themselves. The story runs thus: Mr Goldfinger has been amassing unusually large amounts of gold. 007 is put on the case. One country and a large-laser-gun-aimed-somewhat- alarmingly-between-Bond's-spreadeagled-legs later, Bond is a captive of Goldfinger's in Kentucky. Whilst encarcerated there, Bond discovers that Goldfinger has a devious plan to take over the world (or at least some of it). By using an atomic bomb - courtesy of the Chinese government - he plans to blow up Fort Knox, irradiate a large proportion of the West's gold, and watch his own reserves of gold multiply many times in value. Bond manages to convince Pussy Galore (yes, that is her name), the leader of the all-female aerobatic group which Goldfinger has under his employ, that this would be a bad thing. Converted by Bond's charm, Pussy passes on Bond's message to the secret services, and saves the day. Goldfinger is caught red-handed, and ends up being deservedly sucked out of a plane at 30,000 feet.

This film scintillates with wit, and crackles with energy and pace. Sean Connery excels in the role of Bond as the deadly charmer, whose smoothness covers something rather sinister. Gert Frobe is wonderful as the looney mittel-European Goldfinger; completely assured that what he is doing is going to work. This film has in it a refreshing air of escapism and fun, and a sense of charm and chic sadly lacking from modem action movies.

Review by Matthew Bull
Taken from EUFS Programme 1994-95