Sources have suggested that the author favoured Roger Moore, James Mason, and Cary Grant, among others. In Fleming’s books, Bond had a penchant for “battleship grey” Bentleys, while Gardner awarded the agent a modified Saab 900 Turbo nicknamed the Silver Beast and later a Bentley Mulsanne Turbo. Barry’s legacy was followed by David Arnold, in addition to other well-known composers and record producers such as George Martin, Bill Conti, Michael Kamen, Marvin Hamlisch, and Eric Serra. Arnold is the series’ current composer of choice, and was recently signed to compose the score for his fourth consecutive Bond film, Casino Royale. In The World Is Not Enough Major Boothroyd’s Q is preparing to retire, introducing his assistant, “R” . Boothroyd has clearly retired by the time of Die Another Day , when Cleese’s character is presented as Q. In the early scenes of the 1967 Casino Royale, David Niven’s retired Bond berates M for giving his number and his name to a brash new agent; the description he gives fits Sean Connery’s Bond. Agent 007’s famous introduction, “Bond, James Bond”, became a catchphrase after it was first uttered by Sean Connery in Dr. No. Since then, the phrase has entered the lexicon of Western popular culture as the epitome of polished, understated machismo. On June 21, 2005 it was honoured as the 22nd greatest quotation in cinema history by the American Film Institute as part of their 100 Years Series. To promote the release of Tomorrow Never Dies, trailers were released featuring the character as protrayed by Pierce Brosnan saying, “Bond. You know the rest.” Harry Saltzman and Albert R. Broccoli started the official cinematic run of Bond in 1962, with Dr. No starring Sean Connery. The films made by their production company, EON Productions are regarded as the “official films” by all parties, although the 3 “unofficial” adaptations were authorised. Since the fictional James Bond’s creation, hundreds of reports by various news outlets have suggested names for Ian Fleming’s inspiration of Bond. Usually these people have a background of some kind in espionage or other covert operations. Although some names share similarities with Bond, none has ever been confirmed by Fleming, Ian Fleming Publications or any of Ian Fleming’s biographers such as Fleming’s assistant and friend, John Pearson. James Bond may have had its origin in Toronto, Ontario. British Naval Intelligence Commander Ian Fleming was invited by Sir William Stephenson, codename Intrepid, to observe and participate in the SOE subversive warfare training Syllabus at STS-103. Fleming had a private residence located on Avenue Road in Toronto, Canada because the camp was full. On Avenue Road, there was the St. James Bond United Church and the address of the military building was 1107 Avenue Road . The building no longer exists, but where it once stood is Marshall McLuhan Catholic Secondary School. Marshall McLuhan CSS was built by Bondfield Construction and completed in 2001. The twenty-first official film, Casino Royale, with Daniel Craig as James Bond, premiered on 14 November 2006, with the film going on general release in Asia and the Middle East the following day. What if Bond was unexpectedly incapacitated, forcing the newbie to complete his mission? (That’s the plot of The Spy Who Loved Me, after all, when Fleming wrote it almost 60 years ago.) But no; as daring as No Time To Die wants to be, it’s still manacled to expectations. Broccoli and Wilson can’t conceive of truly changing their game; this train only goes in one direction. Like the closing credits always say, James Bond Will Return.

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Holding a three and giving nine is one of the moot situations at the game. The odds are so nearly divided between to draw or not to draw. Since his nine could only be equalled by the banker drawing a six, he would normally have shown his count if it had been a friendly game. They looked roguishly back at him from the shadows. By a miracle he had survived a devastating wound. He could feel his armpits still wet with the fear of it. But the success of his gambit with the chair had wiped out all memories of the dreadful valley of defeat through which he had just passed. Bond grimly reflected that a short examination would reveal to Leiter why he had made such an embarrassing public display of himself. Immediately he felt something hard press into the base of his spine, right into the cleft between his two buttocks on the padded chair. One of the Casino directors consulted with the chef de partie. Thechef de partie turned apologetically to Bond. For most of them it was more than they had earned all their lives. It was their savings and the savings of their families. The croupier had completed his task of computing the cagnotte, changing Bond’s notes into plaques and making a pile of the giant stake in the middle of the table. Leiter had vanished, not wishing to look Bond in the eye after the knock-out, he supposed. Yet Vesper looked curiously unmoved, she gave him a smile of encouragement. But then, Bond reflected, she knew nothing of the game. Had no notion, probably, of the bitterness of his defeat. ‘A card.’ He still kept all emotion out of his voice. He heard a faint rattle on the rail behind him and turned his head. The battery of bad teeth under the black moustache gaped vacantly back at him. His mouth felt suddenly as dry as flock wall-paper. He looked up and saw Vesper and Felix Leiter standing where the gunman with the stick had stood. He did not know how long they had been standing there. Leiter looked faintly worried, but Vesper smiled encouragement at him. He took some notes and plaques out of his right hand pocket and the entire stack of notes out of his left and pushed them forward. There was no hint in his movements that this would be his last stake. It was at ten minutes past one by Bond’s watch when, at the high table, the whole pattern of play suddenly altered. In the background there thudded always the hidden metronome of the Casino, ticking up its little treasure of one-per-cents with each spin of a wheel and each turn of a card–a pulsing fat-cat with a zero for a heart. In fact, Le Chiffre had lost heavily all that afternoon. The game continued uneventfully, but with a slight bias against the bank. Bond slipped them into his right-hand pocket with the unused packet of notes. His face showed no emotion, but he was pleased with the success of his first coup and with the outcome of the silent clash of wills across the table. Bond slipped a packet of notes on to the table without counting them. If he lost, the croupier would extract what was necessary to cover the bet, but the easy gesture conveyed that Bond didn’t expect to lose and that this was only a token display from the deep funds at Bond’s disposal. But for the high-lights on the satin of the shawl-cut lapels, he might have been faced by the thick bust of a black-fleeced Minotaur rising out of a green grass field. Unhurriedly he pocketed the inhaler, then his hand came quickly back above the level of the table and gave the shoe its usual hard, sharp slap. The Greek, after taking a third card, could achieve no better than a four to the bank’s seven. Then came Lady Danvers at Number 3 and Numbers 4 and 5 were a Mr and Mrs Du Pont, rich-looking and might or might not have some of the real Du Pont money behind them. They both had a business-like look about them and were talking together easily and cheerfully as if they felt very much at home at the big game.

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After working as a stockbroker he became the assistant to the Director of Naval Intelligence in the Admiralty during the Second World War. In 1952 he wrote Casino Royale, the first of 14 James Bond titles, of which 30 million copies were sold during his lifetime. He was married to Ann Rothermere and together they had one son, Caspar. Discover the fantastical worlds of The BFG, The Witches andMatilda in the second whizzpopping Folio Society set of much-loved Roald Dahl stories, illustrated with Quentin’s Blake’s inimitable black-and-white illustrations. David Arnold, who composed the scores for the previous four Bond films, returned for Quantum of Solace. Arnold composed the music based on impressions from reading the script, and Forster edited those into the film. As with Casino Royale, Arnold kept use of the “James Bond Theme” to a minimum. Arnold collaborated with Kieran Hebden for “Crawl, End Crawl,” a remix of the score played during the end credits. The Moving Picture Company created the climactic hotel sequence. The fire effects were supervised by Chris Corbould, and post-production MPC had to enhance the sequence by making the smoke look closer to the actors, so it would look more dangerous. A full-scale replica of the building’s exterior was used for the exploding part Bond and Camille escape from. The boat chase was another scene that required very little CGI. Machine FX worked on replacing a few shots of visible stuntmen with a digital version of Craig’s head, and recreated the boats Bond jumps over on his motorcycle to make it look more dangerous. Crowd creation was done for the Tosca scene by Machine FX, to make the performance look like it had sold out. Forster edited the opera scene to resemble The Man Who Knew Too Much. In total, there are 900+ visual effects shots in Quantum of Solace. While filming in Sierra Gorda, Chile, the local mayor, Carlos Lopez, staged a protest because he was angry at the filmmakers’ portrayal of the Antofagasta region as part of Bolivia. He was arrested, detained briefly, and put on trial two days later. Eon dismissed his claim that they needed his permission to film in the area. Michael G. Wilson also explained Bolivia was appropriate to the plot, because of the country’s history of water problems, and was surprised the two countries disliked each other a century after the War of the Pacific. During filming, after the strike ended, Forster read a spec script by Joshua Zetumer, which he liked, and hired him to reshape scenes for the later parts of the shoot, which the director was still unsatisfied with. Forster had the actors rehearse their scenes, as he liked to film scenes continually. Zetumer rewrote dialogue depending on the actors’ ideas each day. The stakes have never been higher, but the series’ first true sequel is too constricted in scope and execution. Now is not the time for the character to settle for a middling James Bond film. If Quantum of Solace suffers bad filmmaking (it’s the most flatly lit Bond since License to Kill), it’s redeemed by its character drama. Forster and his screenwriters Paul Haggis, Neal Purvis and Robert Wade work best in the quieter scenes. Bond’s conflicted nature hits full force as he stays by a dying man’s side before tossing his corpse in a dumpster. Daniel Craig’s brute imperfection gives Bond dimension. He’s not the suave playboy that made the character feel irrelevant in the Pierce Brosnan era. Up against the high-tech surveillance age, Bond’s anger makes things look possible but never easy. This is what propels Agent 007’s drive for vengeance. Seeking answers about why he was deceived by Vesper, his now-dead love interest from Casino Royale, Bond turns to violence to quench his pain. It’s a moral variation of movies that promote bloodlust, by showing killing’s impact on the soul of a man we all know. And frankly, this gutting of the Bond persona is the best thing that’s happened to the series in years. Worse, we have a terrific couple of scenes with the legendary Monica Bellucci, only to have her vanish from the movie entirely. I suppose the fact she doesn’t die is some kind of structural improvement given the fate of many of the female characters Bond woos in these movies. But in every film since—includingQuantum of Solace,Skyfall, and nowSpectre, they’ve doubled down on some personal connection in Bond’s past, and each time it hasn’t really worked. For decades the superspy has been embraced at least in part because his beginnings are suggested but unknown, which allows audiences to read into him. It’s called mystique, an increasingly elusive quality in our over-sharing era.

Sophie Harley, who created Vesper Lynd’s earrings and Algerian loveknot necklace in Casino Royale, was called upon to create another version of the necklace. Quantum filmmaker Marc Forster adapts a jerky shooting-and-cutting style for the film’s car chase, rooftop foot chase and fistfights. This combat-in-a-blender hasn’t the clean, sophisticated choreography and compositions that made the last film exciting. Forster can’t handle action (he directed Monster’s Ball and Finding Neverland, for god’s sake) so he uses close-ups and quick edits to simulate energy. An espionage scene in an opera house should be a standout Bond showpiece, but it’s over before it really begins. Forster cuts between the stage violence and Bond fighting henchmen. It looks like a throwback to the climax of The Godfather Part III, but Forster never leaves his theatre images on long enough for them to register. The closest we get to a “typical” Bond girl scene in the film is where the stunning Cuban actress Ana de Armas shines as CIA agent Paloma. Though she wears one of the most gorgeous dresses in the franchise with a classic red lip and side part, Paloma is incredibly charming as she playfully subverts our expectations of a fleeting love interest. But it’s a testament to the skill of the actors and filmmakers; this ill-advised trip into Bond’s past doesn’t capsize the effort as a whole. A well-timed, well-delivered quip — ”I always hated this place” — and exploding helicopters help save the day. At the end of Skyfall they take it too far, introducing a caretaker and a homestead. The sentiment is slathered on too thick, and James Bond isn’t Bruce Wayne, the traumatized orphan. It also further diminishes the film’s thrills with a somewhat ordinary final action sequence involving flashlights, unexpectedly deep, ice-covered ponds, and tears. So, yes, nothing I’ve mentioned so far is criticism. The action sequences are superb, Craig is more grizzled, more the single-minded dog of war than ever, while still managing to show vulnerability, even if it’s mostly his physical wear and tear and his wildly haunted eyes. The locations are well-established, especially the sequences in China .

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He pushed back his table and walked quickly through the entrance without acknowledging the good-nights of the maître d’hôtel and the doorman. He turned away and took out his pocket the cheque for forty million francs. Then he opened the door and looked up and down the corridor. He left the door wide open and with his ears cocked for footsteps or the sound of the lift, he set to work with a small screwdriver. They strolled over through the shadows cast by the full moon. It was three o’clock in the morning, but there were several people about and the courtyard of the Casino was still lined with motorcars. The spatula flicked the two pink cards over on their backs. Bond’s cards lay on the table before him, the two impersonal pale pink-patterned backs and the faced nine of hearts. To Le Chiffre the nine might be telling the truth or many variations of lies. Through his relief at being alive, he felt a moment of triumph at what he saw–some fear in the fat, pale face. He carefully moved his hands to the edge of the table, gripped it, edged his buttocks right back, feeling the sharp gun-sight grind into his coccyx. It was an indication that Bond really must show he had the money to cover the bet. They knew, of course, that he was a very wealthy man, but after all, thirty-two millions! And it sometimes happened that desperate people would bet without a sou in the world and cheerfully go to prison if they lost. He looked round the table and up at the spectators. ‘Sept à la banque,’ said the croupier, ‘et cinq,’ he added as he tipped Bond’s losing cards face upwards. He raked over Bond’s money, extracted four million francs and returned the remainder to Bond. The other players sensed a tension between the two gamblers and there was silence as Le Chiffre fingered the four cards out of the shoe. He slowly removed one thick hand from the table and slipped it into the pocket of his dinner-jacket. The hand came out holding a small metal cylinder with a cap which Le Chiffre unscrewed. He inserted the nozzle of the cylinder, with an obscene deliberation, twice into each black nostril in turn, and luxuriously inhaled the benzedrine vapour. From the decision to stand on his two cards and not ask for another, it was clear that the Greek had a five, or a six, or a seven. To be certain of winning, the banker had to reveal an eight or a nine. If the banker failed to show either figure, he also had the right to take another card which might or might not improve his count. The table was filling up and the cards were spread face down being stirred and mixed slowly in what is known as the ‘croupiers’ shuffle’, supposedly the shuffle which is most effective and least susceptible to cheating. ‘I have no lucky numbers,’ said Bond unsmilingly. ‘I only bet on even chances, or as near them as I can get. Well, I shall leave you then.’ He excused himself.

Bond’s superiors and other officers of the British Secret Service are generally known by letters, such as M and Q. In the novels , Bond has had two secretaries, Loelia Ponsonby and Mary Goodnight, who in the films typically have their roles and lines transferred to M’s secretary, Miss Moneypenny. Occasionally Bond is assigned to work a case with his good friend, Felix Leiter of the CIA. In the films, Leiter appeared regularly during the Connery era, only once during Moore’s tenure, and in both Dalton films; however, he was only played by the same actor twice. Absent from the Brosnan era of films, Felix returned in Craig’s first James Bond film Casino Royale in 2006. But all this has to do with a larger plot involving a man named Le Chiffre , a private banker that watches over the money of the world’s terrorists. Le Chiffre has bought into a high-stakes poker game at Casino Royale in Monte Carlo using funds borrowed unknowingly from his terrorist clients. If he loses the game, he loses their money and will have nowhere left to turn but the waiting arms of MI-6, who will vent him for every scrap of intelligence. Bond girls, though sometimes brilliant, are usually disposable. Like sacrificial lambs, their purpose is to look incredibly desirable in a steamy sex scene and die in a climactic action sequence. They aid Bond in his mission and sometimes even betray him, but their storyline is rarely a deep and meaningful part of the film. I was taken on a year after the war and I have worked for them ever since. He had two DSOs and after the war he was trained by M and dropped back into Poland. They caught him and by torturing him they found out a lot and also about me. They came after me and told me he could live if I would work for them. He knew nothing of this, but he was allowed to write to me. The letter arrived on the fifteenth of each month. I couldn’t bear the idea of a fifteenth coming round without his letter. I told them you had been given this job at Royale, what your cover was and so on. That was why they knew about you before you arrived and why they had time to put the microphones in. They suspected Le Chiffre, but they didn’t know what your assignment was except that it was something to do with him. As he tied his thin, double-ended, black satin tie, he paused for a moment and examined himself levelly in the mirror. His grey-blue eyes looked calmly back with a hint of ironical inquiry and the short lock of black hair which would never stay in place slowly subsided to form a thick comma above his right eyebrow. With the thin vertical scar down his right cheek the general effect was faintly piratical.

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Everything was spotless, and sparsely comfortable. ‘But really nobody could be interested in us now. This is our holiday and there’s not a cloud in the sky. She picked up her bag from the bed and walked to the door. She looked into his eyes and said nothing, but the enigmatic challenge was back. Like all harsh, cold men, he was easily tipped over into sentiment. She was very beautiful and he felt warm towards her. He decided to make his questions as easy as possible. Even later, in the car and outside the villa when God knows he had had other things to think about, his eroticism had been hotly aroused by the sight of her indecent nakedness. He was told that every day she came to the nursing home and asked after him. Bond didn’t like flowers and he told the nurse to give them to another patient. After this had happened twice, no more flowers came. He disliked having feminine things around him. Flowers seemed to ask for recognition of the person who had sent them, to be constantly transmitting a message of sympathy and affection. ‘It’s all very fine,’ said Bond, ‘but I’ve been thinking about these things and I’m wondering whose side I ought to be on. I’m getting very sorry for the Devil and his disciples such as the good Le Chiffre. The Devil has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog. There’s a Good Book about goodness and how to be good and so forth, but there’s no Evil Book about evil and how to be bad. The Devil has no prophets to write his Ten Commandments and no team of authors to write his biography. We know nothing about him but a lot of fairy stories from our parents and schoolmasters. He has no book from which we can learn the nature of evil in all its forms, with parables about evil people, proverbs about evil people, folk-lore about evil people. All we have is the living example of the people who are least good, or our own intuition. ‘Now in order to tell the difference between good and evil, we have manufactured two images representing the extremes–representing the deepest black and the purest white–and we call them God and the Devil. God is a clear image, you can see every hair on His beard. But you can tell your organization that SMERSH is only merciful by chance or by mistake. In your case you were saved first by chance and now by mistake, for I should have had orders to kill any foreign spies who were hanging round this traitor like flies round a dog’s mess. The tall back of the chair looked impassively out across the dead body in its arms. He screwed up his eyes and tried to shake his head to clear it, but his whole nervous system was numbed and no message was transmitted to his muscles. He could just keep his focus on the great pale face in front of him and on its bulging eyes. Bond saw Le Chiffre’s hand open obediently and the knife fall with a clatter to the floor. Le Chiffre seized Bond’s ears and harshly twisted them. Then he leant forward and slapped his cheeks hard several times. Bond’s head rolled from side to side with each blow. He wiped some sweat from his face with a circular motion of his disengaged hand. Then he looked at his watch and seemed to make up his mind.

Did Madeleine betray Bond?

After all of this time, with theories ranging from Dr. Madeleine Swann either being a secret child soldier or a psychological mastermind bent on breaking James Bond, the truth can finally be revealed. Madeleine is absolutely, 100%, not connected to SPECTRE's operations.