Review of Goldfinger (1964) by Donna S — 30 Dec 2013
Ugh. I was having such fun right up until that scene with the hay. I was all, "hahaha, Bond is such a psychopath. Hey, this is the first Bond song! Connery's robe is so ridiculously short I'm starting to wonder where Kif is.
Oh my god, it's Rob Ford! Q! Gadgets! This is ridiculous! Ooooh, you DESERVE to be knocked out for that crack about the Beatles!" I was even enjoying (sigh) Pussy Galore despite her absolutely absurdly ridiculous self-parody of a name.
But what must we do with a strong female character in a Bond movie? We must throw her into a pile of hay and force ourselves on her until the power of Connery's penis enlightens her to the error of her ways.
Fuck this movie. Fuck it right in the face. And you can take your "context is everything, and it was a different time and relax, it's all in good fun" and shove it right up your ass. Your glorious golden ass.
This review of Goldfinger (1964) was written by Donna S on 30 Dec 2013.
Goldfinger has generally received very positive reviews.
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