The quintessential (and best) Bond, Goldfinger expertly meshes all
the elements that are now de rigeur for the franchise: Bond, baddies,
gags, gadgets and girls. Connery positively twinkles as he attempts to
thwart the evil, Fort Knox-plundering super-plan of Welsh
uber-villain Gert Frobe. There’s fun, action and Pussy Galore.
Shirley Bassey sets the benchmark with her goosebump-inducing
warbler, John Barry essays the definitive Bond score, while Maurice
Binder’s title sequence is a gorgeous montage of golden bodies and
projected images. And this is the one with the tux under the wetsuit...
