Women Who Inspire Me – International Women’s Day 2014

Hey everyone, it’s International Women’s Day! In light of the holiday, I’ll share with you some women that I personally look up to and find inspiring. Remember though, we should celebrate women every day!

Anita Sarkeesian

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The woman behind Feminist Frequency, a critical vlog about women’s representation in media, is Anita Sarkeesian. For years, she has been fighting for equal representation of women in media, most currently video games, where she wishes female characters weren’t simply damsels in distress or there to be a “Smurfette”. In videos not related to her “Tropes vs. Women in Video Games” series, she analyses films and marketing, uncovering how companies reinforce the idea of bogus gender roles. Her work has garnered an unprecedented amount of ludicrous sexual harassment, but she is brave enough to keep on going. Check out her video about LEGO and marketing, and then watch all of her other videos! Seriously, you need to watch all of them!

Caprice Crane

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I first encountered Caprice Crane through a friend who recommended I read her debut novel Stupid and Contagious. I immediately loved her book, and have since read everything she’s done, even attending book signings for the last two. Ms. Crane’s comedic voice doesn’t only appear in books, for she has also written for television and movies. If you haven’t read Stupid and Contagious, what are you doing?! Get it from your local independent bookstore and read it now!

Alyssa White-Gluz

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Metal is a place you don’t often find women. And even when you do, they might just be used in sexualizing promotional materials (which is dumb). But Alyssa White-Gluz, lead singer of The Agonist, refuses to be one of those women. With her amazing blend of clean and growling vocals, Alyssa has astonished everyone I’ve shown her to. People are often skeptical that it is her doing both types of vocals, but I’ve seen her live and she is indeed doing both, and excellently so. You’d think that after all that growling, her voice would be shot, but after listening to her a capella version of Swan Lake, you can see just how talented she is. Amazing! Keep up the good work, Alyssa!

Sandra van Eldik (Née Völkl)

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As stated before, there sadly aren’t too many women in metal. While Alyssa White-Gluz and other females front bands (like Simone Simons of Epica and Floor Jansen of Nightwish), Sandra van Eldik absolutely rocks it as the bassist for German folk-metal band Eqililbrium. See her in this video for “Der Ewige Sieg” (English: “The eternal victory”) and then get excited about the upcoming album!

Netta Skog

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I cannot even tell you how sad I was the day I that Netta Skog, the accordionist of Finnish Viking metal band Turisas, was leaving. Only 16 when she jumped in to do some summer gigs (the other accordionist, like, totally disappeared), Netta officially joined the band soon after. In the four times I saw them with Netta, she was always smiling and rocking out harder than anyone, bringing a level of fun that has not since returned. Check out her accordion playing below during a song called “Sahti-Waari”. So great! We miss you, Netta!

Emmi Silvonoinen

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Wow, I must really like metal! Emmi Silvenoinen, who joined the folk/viking metal band Ensiferum in 2007 after the departure of Meiju Enho (honourable mention, Meiju!), continues to rock as Ensiferum’s keyboardist. Unfortunately during live shows, her keyboard is stuffed in back with the drummer, but she is often elevated so that all can see her spinning hair. I don’t know how she does it! See her fast-moving fingers in this video for their amazing song “Twilight Tavern”!

Joan of Arc

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After a while of someone knowing me, I’ll eventually tell them I am huge “Joan of Arc fan”. I’m often greeted with curious looks, because, well, who is really a “fan” of historical figures? Jehanne d’Arc has always been an influence on me and her story never ceases to interest, amaze, and inspire me (a picture of her is even currently my cell phone background!).

I wish there was a perfect Joan of Arc movie to recommend to you, but I honestly don’t think it’s been made yet. So I’m going to suggest you just simply watch as many as you can. If you don’t have time to watch a bunch of Joan of Arc movies (which you should make the time to do!), might I recommend one of my all-time favorite books, Joan of Arc by Mark Twain. When you’re done with that, read The Maid by Kimberly Cutter and An Army of Angels by Pamela Marcantel. Just saying, we should all know Joan of Arc’s amazing story of adversity and devotion. So get on it!

Of course, there are many more women who are inspiring and awesome. If you have a woman who inspires you, comment below, and if you are an amazing woman, don’t keep it to yourself!

-Casey

James Bond Countdown: #12: The World Is Not Enough

Number on Countdown: 12

Title: The World Is Not Enough

Year: 1999

Short Synopsis:

In Spain, Bond meets with some Swiss banker to retrieve some money for Sir Robert King, who was buying a report from an MI6 agent. The report was stolen and the agent killed, so Bond goes in asking questions. Before the banker can give details, he is sniped, causing much chaos in the room. Bond grabs the money, but learns nothing as to who killed the agent.

Bond returns to MI6 with the money and meets King, oil pipeline dude and old friend of M. Due to some chemical reaction caused between the chemicals on the money and King’s (secretly switched) lapel pin, the money fucking explodes. Bond is shot at by some lady on boat outside Q’s new boat out to chase her on the Thames. The boats finally reaches the Millennium Dome, where the suspect de-boats and jumps into a hot air balloon. Bond grabs the ropes and tries to convince her to come and talk. Her gun speaks instead, shooting some canister and the whole thing up. Bond falls down to the Dome and dislocates his shoulder.

Later, Bond attends the funeral and sees there Elektra King, Sir Robert’s only daughter. In the local MI6 base, Bond and Co. figure out that the money is linked to Renard, a terrorist who kidnapped Elektra long ago. Oh, and due to a bullet in his head, he can feel no pain. Thinking Elektra is the next target, M sends Bond to go protect her.

Bond arrives in Azerbaijan and after a “cold reception” from Elektra, they decide to go skiing and go check out the pipeline. It is here they are attacked by flying snowmobiles or whatever. After Bond thwarts them, he meets with Valentin Zukovsky (the same from Goldeneye) at his casino to get info about the attackers. Zukovsky tells Bond that Davidov, Elektra’s head of security, is secretly in league with Renard. Before they can get chatty, Elektra comes down to gamble. She’s not one for Bond’s overprotective style, and tells him “There’s no point in living if you can’t feel alive.” Elektra then promptly blows her dad’s $1,000,000 credit line with the casino.

Bond leaves Elektra and kills Davidov, then boarding a plane to a a nuclear physics place in Kazakhstan. Posing as a physicist, he meets Doctor Christmas Jones, a super sexay American physicist with an affinity for short shorts. Bond goes down in the silo to check shit out, and finds Renard and his cronies about to steal a bomb. Bond is taken aback when Renard says “there’s no point in living if you can’t feel alive”, but can’t do much question-asking, as Doctor Jones comes in and blows his cover. After gunshots and lots of steam, Renard gets off with the bomb.

Bond and Christmas escape by posing sexily

Bond accuses Elektra of being in league with Renard and she slaps him. He later shares his thoughts with M, giving her some bomb locator signal. Right then, the pipeline comes under attack from the stolen bomb. Bond goes along with Christmas to stop it. They realize the bomb has been tampered with and half the plutonium is missing. Bond decides to let the bomb explode and give Elektra the impression they are dead. Thinking Bond dead, Elektra reveals herself to be in league with Renard and that she killed her dad. She kidnaps M, but not before M slaps her.

Renard and Elektra visit M and says she’s gonna die and shit. M then realizes she has the locator card from Bond, but can’t activate it without wires and stuff. Bond comes to Zukovsky’s caviar place to ask him questions, but the interrogation is cut short by a helicopter weilding massive saw blades. After two destroyed helicopters and a destroyed car, Bond finally gets to ask Zukovsky what Elektra’s mysterious gamble was about. Bond suspects she wasn’t gambling at all, instead paying Zukovsky for something. Zukovsky reveals that Elektra was paying for the use of a submarine commanded by his nephew in Istanbul.

Bond, Christmas, and Zukovsky go to some Instanbul base and look at some maps. It is here they realize the reactor from the submarine and the plutonium can be used to make a nuclear bomb. If Istanbul were to disappear, all the oil peeps in the area would have to use the King pipeline. M finally reaches her clock, and connects the locator card. Turns out she’s on some island-tower in the middle of the bay. Bond and Christmas try and go save M, but they are once again kidnapped and brought to the same tower.

Christmas is sent to die on the sub, and Bond gets tortured by Elektra in some torture device to which he is handcuffed. Before he can be killed, Zukovsky arrives with guns blazing, killing traitorous henchman and baddie alike, eventually reaching Bond. Elektra shoots Zukovsky and he falls to the ground. Before he dies, though, he points his concealed-in-his-cane gun at Bond and shoots his handcuff open, freeing him. Zukovsky dies. Bond escapes then, runs up the tower, frees M from her little cell, and encounters Elektra at the top. He kills Elektra when she refuses to call off the submarine.

Bond confronts Elekta

Bond then jumps out the window to the sea (and submarine) below and finds a way inside. Bond finds Christmas and tracks down Renard just when he’s about ready to blow up the reactor. Upon news of Elektra’s death, Renard goes berserk and fights even harder, but not even captor-victim love can save him from a golden-rod-through-the-stomach death. Bond and Christmas escape the submarine, which mimi-explodes underwater, and are saved by some tourists on a boat.

M returns to MI6, where people are using the best technology to locate the MIA Bond. They find him by means of a heat signal, his body getting redder and redder. Under Bond, another set of legs wrap ’round him. M is surprised with her agent’s behavior, but no one else is. Inside the room, Bond and Christmas enjoy sex and bad puns.

Things I like:

While my complaints for The World Is Not Enough are numerous, I do still enjoy the film and several of its aspects. To be honest, I think the movie starts off a little boring, and don’t think it gets going until Elektra reveals herself to be a villain (when the movie’s plot kind of starts to make sense). Once it’s revealed Elektra and Renard want to blast the Bosphorous, the movie gets REALLY GOOD, and the climax is pretty damn thrilling. For this reason, I appreciate The World Is Not Enough most when I can watch it all the way through, for the last hour is the entree to the large, lame-ass appetizer. In snippets, not so good. All together, pretty good.

In addition to being a Bond fan, I am a fan of castles, and armour, and other medieval things, which makes MI6’s Scottish-castle base, to me, the fucking coolest MI6 base ever. Bond see-through glasses are pretty spiffy as well, and the Moneypenny flirt scene is classic.

Now, I’m going to disagree with most Bond fans and say that I don’t mind in the slightest that Denise Richards is a nuclear physicist. While her lines and delivery might make her seem like a stupid person, everyone seems to be opposed to the mere idea that such a fine-looking lady could be such a smart scientist. Which is absolutely crazy. Physicists Amy Mainzer, Sarah Kavassalis, and Lisa Randall are all 1) beautiful women and 2) smarter than either you or me will ever be. So what is the big deal with having a hot scientist? Is the problem that she’s a woman, or that she’ s Denise Richards? I’ll admit that her delivery of lines isn’t the best, but that doesn’t make her unbelievable as a brainy physicist.

Amy Mainzer, Sarah Kavassalis, and Lisa Randall. All would make great Bond girls.

And everyone seems to have a problem with her Tomb Raider-esque short shorts and tank top. While I probably wouldn’t wear such scant clothes when dealing with nuclear substances, who says a physicist can’t wear that? I don’t get it. Do the male Bond fans just have trouble accepting a hot woman is incredibly smart? This is probably a discussion for a wider venue, but I thought I’d bring this up because I seem to be the ONLY one who doesn’t mind her.

Oh, and I really love this shot, too. So great.

Renard smirks as Bond’s instant kill gets blocked. Excellent framing.

Things I didn’t like:

For as much as I like this movie, I sure have a lot of gripes about (as I do with everything).

It’s no surprise that if you space out during the expository scenes of Bond films (or any film), you’ll be completely lost. This happened to me a couple times when I was younger, and I wasn’t fully able to appreciate them until I became an adult and, y’know, developed an attention span. That being said, the plot of The World is Not Enough STILL confuses me. So, Robert King buys a report from an MI6 agent about some terrorists attacking his oil pipeline. The report was stolen from said MI6 agent who was then killed. Bond wants to know who killed the agent, so he goes to the Swiss Banker handling King’s money to ask who killed him (OK so far. . .). The banker is shot before he can deliver a name and Bond escapes with the money.

But why is the banker returning the money? Is it because the report was stolen? But in the scene with M, the report is there on her desk. So, how did they get the report? And if King did get it, then why would he need to be paid back? And how would the banker know who killed the agent anyway? And why would King have to buy the report at all if he was such good friends with M? I don’t get it.

So King goes to see his tampered-with money and blows up. After the death, Bond finds out about Elektra’s past captivity and learns her ransom was a hefty 5,000,000 U.S. dollars. Bond reads the financial statement from King’s money and notes that the pounds amount translates exactly to five million USD (It’s something like 3, 313, 313.13 pounds). Bond goes to M and tells him this is a sign from her past captor, but couldn’t the prices being the same be a coincidence? What was the price of the original report? Wouldn’t the MI6 agent have set the price? Wasn’t King buying it from him? And if it wasn’t, then why would Renard return money back that wasn’t the same price as the report? I don’t get it!

So as I understand it, Renard killed this MI6 agent and decided to give Robert King his money back. Then Elektra switched his lapel pin so that when he next saw the money, the money would explode, killing him and possibly M, who she hates for advising King on paying her ransom the last time she was kidnapped…

Wait, y’know what, there’s no point in trying to figure this shit out. The fact is that all this captivity/report/money backstory shit is just FAR TOO MUCH for a backstory. And looking at it from a logical point, why the fuck would Renard and Elektra go through so much damn trouble just to kill her father? Now, I know Bond villains often do things a bit elaborately, but this plan is so ridiculously complicated that it hinders itself. Why didn’t Elektra and Renard just kill her dad somewhere and blame it on an accident? That wouldn’t involve Bond or MI6 at all, which would keep eyes off them as they steal some plutonium and blow up Istanbul (which also would have been disguised as an accident). Accidental death and accidental city-blow-up leads to getting off scott free, so why would Renard and Elektra send a message right to MI6? Most of the time, when you’re trying to get away with something, you don’t BRING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF. Stupid idiots.

While this makes me want to bang my head against the wall, my biggest complaint doesn’t have to do with the plot at all, but rather this movie’s references to the new Millennium. I mean, I get it, it was 1999, and the year TWO THOUSAND was coming along, which meant we would enter into a new era of technology and knowledge (right?). In preparation, we stored gallons of water in our basements and saw fit to label products in futuristic packaging. “The Guinness Book of World Records” saw it’s “Millennium Edition” and was all shiny silver. The 16th Wrestlemania dropped its roman numeral schtick and went by the name “Wrestlemania 2000”. Pokemon: The Movie 2000 and Dracula 2000 were released. Everything had a fuckin’ 2000 or a Millennium attached to it.

This might have in fact just been the 2,000th Pokemon movie

With such hype for the Millennium, it’s a surprise this movie wasn’t called “James Bond 2000” or some shitty-ass Millennium title, like The 2000 Is Not Millennium. And thank goodness the plot didn’t deal with some sort of plot that had to do with New Year’s and all the world’s computers freaking out. But even though it doesn’t do any of this shit, it still reeks with the dated-ness of Millennium anticipation. Even the trailer for the movie said “As the countdown begins to the 21st century begins, it’s good to know you can always count on 007” (or something to that effect). Oh, and how could we forget John Cleese’s “Y2K” joke at the end of the film?

Additionally, the score is underscored by techno-y beats (futuristic music!), and while this was somewhat present in the previous film, Tomorrow Never Dies, it’s done as much as it is here (we wouldn’t get a shitty dance track for a Bond song until the next movie). I’m talking mostly about the opening boat chase, which features some tech-y beats behind the classic Bond brass. A boat chase which inevitably ends at the fucking Millennium Dome, some stupid ass shit they built in London to celebrate the new Millennium. In addition to the Millennium Dome and the more electronic sound, electronic music artist Goldie was ACTUALLY A HENCHMAN in the movie. And his name was Bullion because he has gold teeth. Like, seriously?

I don’t know why this bugs me so much, but it does. That’d be like if the newest Bond film featured Twitter references, dubstep and Skrillex as a henchman. Could you imagine that? And could image how lame that would be fourteen years later? Can you imagine how lame that would be NOW?

“Hello Mr. Bwaaawaawubbwubbwubb-ond”

All that aside, I already said before that I can buy Denise Richards as a nuclear physicist, but the it’s a wonder they named her Christmas Jones and not Christmas Saystheobviousallthetime. For example, when she and Bond try and diffuse a bomb, he says “Look at this, someone’s stripped the screw-heads,” to which she replies “Someone’s tampered with the bomb!” Uh…DUH. Such on-the-nose dialogue is given throughout. Like, yea, we got it, Christmas.

And why does Valentin Zukovsky look so fucking different? I didn’t even recognize him from Goldeneye. Fucking A.

Getting more catlike with each movie

The Song:

Finally, composer David Arnold is given the opportunity to compose the main track (after losing the race for Tomorrow Never Dies to Sheryl Crow’s song), and it’s fantastic. Shirley Manson’s voice is simply perfect for the haunting, underscored-evil lyrics written by Don Black. With the chorus of “The world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start. And if you’re strong enough, together we can take the world apart, my love,” the song is passively sinister, which is damn awesome. One of the my favorite Bond themes, actually.

Favorite Scene:

While The World Is Not Enough features some unique action scenes, the absolute best scene is the one featuring Q and his new protege (played perfectly by John Cleese), who Bond quips as being named “R”. Banter flies between all three of them, brimming with under-the-radar jokes and comedic subtext. In addition to great conversations, this is the first Q scene to mention Q’s retirement (Desmond Llewellyn was pretty old by this point), and shows Bond’s care for his long-time colleague. I always love the Bond-Q relationship and how, despite them always being annoyed with each other, they really seemed to care about each other. Desmond Llewellyn also makes a fitting exit to his character. Llywellyn’s last briefing as Q is an absolute perfect send-off.

Favorite Line:

While I should probably choose something deeper, my favorite line comes when Bond (posing as some Russian guy) meets Christmas Jones. She says “Doctor Jones. Christmas Jones, and tell me any jokes. I’ve heard them all,” to which Bond replies “I don’t know any doctor jokes.” Clever!

Extra Tidbit:

The film’s title is actually the English translation of the Bond family motto (first shown to us in the 1969 Bond flick On Her Majesty’s Secret Service) The original Latin is Orbis non-sufficit.

The James Bond Countdown will return…

Previous posts in the countdown:

James Bond Countdown: #13: Dr. No (10.25.12)
James Bond Countdown: #14: You Only Live Twice (08.26.12)
James Bond Countdown: #15: Quantum of Solace (08.21.12)
James Bond Countdown: #16: The Living Daylights (o8.17.12)
James Bond Countdown: #17: Thunderball (08.12.12)
James Bond Countdown: #18: From Russia with Love (08.07.12)
James Bond Countdown: #19: Diamonds Are Forever (07.30.12)
James Bond Countdown: #20: Die Another Day (07.27.12)
James Bond Countdown: #21: A View to a Kill (07.25.12)
James Bond Countdown: #22: Moonraker (o7.25.12)

STATE OF THE UNION 2013, or “I’M BACK!”

Hello everyone, I have returned! I know that for all of you that’s either great news or the greatest news, so I’m gonna dive right in, talk about 2012 a little, give you a heads-up about all I am doing creatively this year, and go over my horoscope for 2013!

It’s very safe to say that the last quarter of 2012 was a complete bust. Well, not totally. I did start a really cool job with lots of chill people, so that was positive! Having no internet for a month was a drag, trying to get it fixed was a drag, having your eight-year old computer break while trying to fix it was a drag, and then having my friend’s “it’s-so-bad-I-don’t-want-it” laptop break completely was a drag too. Like, Jesus. Luckily I was able to squeeze out my Nano before they both died completely, but still, reverting back to 1991 was a pretty hard thing to do.

Beside these technological troubles, I moved during the Holidays, which is the absolute worst idea in the history of time. Do not do this, ever. Working so hard made me feel like a real Scrooge, what with not being much in the Christmas spirit and all. Much to my surprise, I didn’t even get around to watch A Garfield Christmas (see…this is why I NEED Internet), but at least I snagged an Advent Calendar and a Santa Claus is Comin’ To Town DVD right before Christmas.

Fuck yea!

But anyway, enough bitching about old equipment breaking down and living in the 1990’s and having to move heavy objects on my days off. It’s a new year! And with that new year, it’s time to give you a taste of what you can expect from me.

CREATIVE PLAN: 2013

There’s a couple people I am associated with who seem to be creative workhorses. Every other day, they seem to be developing or releasing something. Some have written like a billion scripts and made 100 videos. Others connect with local artists and collaborate on stuff. I would love to be as prolific as them, but seem to come out with (a lot) less work. This could be attributed that I want everything to be PERFECT, that I feel I have to do everything myself, my whole “let creative works simmer for as long as they need to, man” mentality, or just plain laziness. Either way, you’re not gonna get much from Factory Poma this year (at least not that I can foresee).

Another diagnosis for this creative slow-cooking could be that I absolutely hate editing and tweaking. I can’t stand it.It’s so damn boring. And everyone who edits stuff wants money for it. (How dare they?!) Since I am too frugal (cheap) to pay them, I have to edit things myself, which turns me into Mr. Unreachable when my unpolished projects come calling. I’d much rather write something new than edit and tweak something else, but alas, no one’s gonna read an unpolished book on my shelf, nor the five other ones I would write after that. I considered taking this year off of creating things, and having an “edit” year, where all I do is make my stuff nice and shiny. I doubt that will happen (especially since FAWM, Scriptfrenzy, and NANO are happening again. . .), but we’ll see.

WRITING

As I just stated, editing is so damn annoying. While I have some new ideas cooking around for what I want to write this year, I’m hard-pressed to get “A Distant Horn”, the first part of a fantasy comedy trilogy, polished and self-published with the release date of NOVEMBER 1. That’s right, people, “A DISTANT HORN” coming out November 1, 2013. I even told my roommate that he was to keep me on track about it, so…I hope he remembers. I have no idea when the other two parts would come out, because by that time I’ll probably have another billion projects. Just saying, “A Distant Horn” coming out in November! I really need to get someone to draw the cover. Hmm. . .

Yes, definitely need a better cover..

And oh yea, maybe I’ll keep that Bond countdown going.

MUSIC

Oh, music. You’re so much harder to make than just writing shit. If you’re looking for a Linnalapsi release this year, don’t hold your breath. These babies take about two years to come out, and seeing as I released one last year in May, you’ll have to wait til May 2014 for the next folk metal installment. I’m just going to polish the songs I have now, fuck around with the recording process, and cross my fingers that it will turn some more heads than the last album did. I don’t want to get TOO into the details of what I’m doing with album III (I can explain all that later in another post), but yea, most likely, no Linnalapsi this year.

On another note, I probably will do another Fadenfreude album, which will all be composed during the month of February for February Album Writing Month. If everything goes to plan, it will be released probably in the following months and put up for free (and have some awesome songs on it). The Fadenfreude album I released last year, “Die Bäckerei ist geschlossen“, has actually grown on me this past year, so maybe I’ll take this next one a little more seriously (or at least draw a more attention-grabbing cover).

So, Linnalapsi, no, Fadenfreude, yes.

FILM/VIDEO

Oh, my first love. It’s amazing how you can’t make film or video without a good HD camera or equipment or a good editing program or ANYTHING. I’m blessed to choose hobbies that are so fucking expensive, so in the downtime, Ralph and I have been developing ideas for our two little projects: Grape-Flavored Waterslides: Season 2 and our horror comedy feature Die-Ing Pan. We have a bunch of episodes planned for GFW: Season 2 and would plan to release on once a week (or something) for a number of weeks (we haven’t decided how long the season is yet). Once we get a camera (or borrow one), we’ll start shooting away, but for now, all the episodes are on the starting line, ready to run. I would most likely expect these around the end of summer or Winter if they end up getting off the ground at all.

Die-ing Pan, our murdering frying pan movie, is still in the development phase, but don’t worry! We have a production schedule on our fridge, so nothing can stop us now. We plan to start writing the movie on March 1 and have at least the first draft by April 30 (I could do this for Scriptfrenzy, eh?) We’ve set aside the whole summer for location scouting and finding actors (friends) and plan to start shooting in the Winter. Our projected release date is Winter 2014 because hey, movies take a long time to make, bro. And yes, we did film a teaser before we even started writing the script, but doesn’t that make us edgy?

HOROSCOPE

This picture is lame

Now that that’s out of the way, I can get to my favorite part of these little annual updates: My yearly horoscope. What will 2013 have in store for the Ram this year? My commentary provided in parenthesis:

2013 Horoscope (as provided by Cafeastrology.com)

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Your Aries 2013 Horoscope points to areas of life that are destined to expand and grow. (Sounds promising).

Until June 25, 2013, your communications continue to increase and expand. Your ability and desire to express yourself is greater now, and your personal interests grow. (Who’s writing this shit?) Good fortune with vehicles, transportation, through siblings, and with the communications industry can be experienced during this cycle that started in June 2012. (What positive cycle? The last part of 2012 sucked).

Potential negatives: Taking on too many daily activities (better stay home from work!), communications (what is that anyway?), new interests (how is that negative?), and learning endeavors or studies can be a problem now. Don’t overload your plate. (Ooh, I’ll keep that in mind). The more excessive tendencies of this transit are more likely to be experienced from January to March 2013.

However, for the most part, you are likely to enjoy more opportunities through your communications (“communications”?) and contact with others during this cycle in 2013. You could make new friends and feel more connected or part of a group this year. (Ok…) You might find that you travel less or not at all, and that you are busier locally, in the first half of 2013 while Jupiter is in Gemini. Your thinking is more upbeat, positive, and forward-looking, (upbeat and positive?) and so is the way you express yourself. In fact, this is an excellent time for improving your communication (there we go again with “communication”) skills and your general attitude or mindset. There can be opportunities through meetings, courses, teaching, and connections made in the neighborhood or through siblings. You are a great storyteller and teacher during this period. (Finally something I wanna hear!)

From June 25th onward, your inner world, family life, domestic activities, and domestic arrangements begin to expand and grow. Relations with family can be more pleasant and supportive. (That’ll be nice) You might move to a new home, likely a bigger one, or expand real estate holdings (Yea, I have a lot of those…). Family itself can expand, or there might be an addition to your home. (What? Who?) Some might take on a roommate for example, or bring more friends to their home. Entertaining in the home can be emphasized, if that is something that makes you happy. (Only if there’s beer). Otherwise, you can experience a stronger sense of peace and privacy in your home life. Generally speaking, more positive energy is brought to your domestic world, and long-standing problems with family might be put to bed. Do be careful about overextending yourself with home improvements (no problem there), or larger accommodations that cost more (no problem there again). Your personal life tends to overshadow your professional life or material activities during this cycle.

On a more psychological level, you might increase your confidence in yourself and feelings of security during this period. (Yay!)

Some of you could become closer with in-laws during this period. (What? I didn’t know I was married yet.) Some Aries might welcome friends from overseas into their homes. (Hmm..)

Potential negatives: Excessive money spent on home improvement, too much emphasis on the home to the point that other areas of your life suffer, or some unwillingness to expand your horizons (I’m an INFP, I never expand my horizons). Avoiding or escaping responsibilities is more possible in August and September. However, July and December bring stronger energy for enjoying the most positive effects of this transit. (What? This is so vague) For the most part, you are likely to feel emotionally secure and supported during this cycle. This is a time of nest-feathering. (Of what?)

This influence is with you until July 2014.

(What a shitty horoscope! What did that even say?)

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Well, there you have it, folks. What would you want to see released this year?

James Bond Countdown: #13: Dr. No

In preparation for November’s “Skyfall”, I’ll be counting down all the Bond movies from my least favorite to favorite. Twenty-two movies in all, so let’s get going! Warning: Spoilers below!

Number on countdown: 13

Title: Dr. No

Year: 1962

Synopsis:

Three blind men walk through a coastal town, sunglasses on and sticks waving. They make it to the Queens Club, where some dude named Strangways is playing cards. He tells his buddies he has to go check his calls, and passes the blind men as he approaches his car. He gives them some coins. They thank him by peppering him with bullets. Strangways’ body is then loaded into a hearse which speeds off. At Strangways’ place, his secretary calls London with a secret radio behind a bookshelf. She is promptly gunned down. The murderous men remove her body and then look through the file cabinet, pulling out the one labeled “Doctor No”.

In London, military radio dudes report that W6N, Kingston Jamiaca, broke contact just after they came up on routine transmission. The men quickly notify MI6. At the fancy-ass club Le Cercle, a man in a suit comes looking for James Bond. The receptionist won’t let him in because he’s not a member, but notifies the Bacarat-playing Bond, that there is someone there to see him. Bond lamentably leaves the table, and the very attractive Ms. Trench he’s playing with, but she follows, and they flirt a bit until Bond schedules a golf meet-up and dinner for tomorrow afternoon.

Bond returns to MI6 and greets Moneypenny, M’s secretary, with whom he playfully flirts. In his meeting with M, Bond learns that in addition to Strangways going off the air, he, and his secretary, have completely vanished. M explains that he was investigating an inquiry by the United States about interference with their Cape Canaveral rockets and that a CIA gentleman named Leiter was sent down there. Before he can set off to find out what’s happening, Bond is then given his new gun, the Walther PPK, and leaves the office. Bond returns to his flat and senses something amiss. Gun drawn, he opens a door, only to find Ms. Trench, dressed scantily in one of his shirts, playing golf on his carpet. Sadly, he’s going to have to miss their date, but they have just enough time to mess around.

Bond arrives in Jamaica the next morning. While walking through the airport, a foxy lady tries to take a photo of him, but he puts his hat in front of his face. A moment later, he is greeted by Mr. Jones, who Universal Exports sent to pick him up. Bond phones “Universal Exports”, asks if they have sent a car for him, and learns they had not. Bond, most skeptical of this pick-up, goes along anyway and tells the driver to just “take him for a ride”. Someone in sunglasses follows the them, so Bond encourages he take the next turn off on the right. He does, and here, Bond pulls out his Walther and asks who he is working for. After a bit of roughing up, Mr. Jones agrees to talk, but not before dying from a bite of his cyanide-cigarette.

Later, Bond meets with some old guy and discuss the Mr. Jones, who, although not idenfied, is not a Kingston man. Bond wants to meet with the last people who saw Strangways, the old fellas at the Queens Club, and plans to meet them socially there that evening. Bond investigates Stragways’ place and finds a photo of Strangways with a man. Some guy indicates the man is a friend of Strangways. Bond indicates this is the man who drove the car that tailed him.

A golden girl has lost her glasses

At the Queen’s Club, Strangways’ buddies talk about him (and his foxy secretary, who Professor Dent says was “nice”). From his friends, he learns that Strangways was fishing about every day, an expensive venture since Quarrel, a Cayman Islander with a boat down in the harbor, charges so darn much to go out on the water. Bond goes to meet Quarrel but is confronted by sarcasm and wise-ass-ness when trying to get leads on Strangways. Bond follows the stand-offish Quarrel to a cantina, where he agrees they can talk in private. After some knife and gun drawings, Bond has Quarrel against the wall. The man with sunglasses arrives with gun in hand, but reveals himself to be Felix Leiter of the CIA, with whom Quarrel is working.

That evening, the three men sit in the cantina. Felix explains that Cape Canaveral is going apeshit because with their current rocket schedule, they don’t want anything to go wrong. Bond says that Strangways didn’t think the interference was coming from Kingston. Quarrel says that Strangways and him checked out all the areas and islands and found nothing, except for one, called Crab Key. Before Felix can explain why it’s dangerous to go there, the foxy lady from the airport snaps a picture of all of them. They apprehend her, but after refusing to talk, let her go (but not before exposing the film). The three get back to talking about Crab Key, which belongs to a Chinese fella named Doctor No who doesn’t allow anyone to land there. Quarrel says Stragnways and him went to go collect samples of rock, sand, and water and took them to Professor Dent.

The next day, Bond goes to see Dent at his office. There, Bond questions him about some rocks Strangways left for him for “examination.” Dent says that there was nothing special about the rocks, and thus, he had thrown them away. Dent tells Bond he doesn’t know the origin of the samples, and that it’s geologically impossible that they came from Crab Key. After Bond;s visit, Dent rushes off to Crab Key, where he is instructed by the PA-system voice of Doctor No to kill Bond and not fail me again. Dent leaves with a big-ass spider and plans to kill Bond that evening.

That night, Bond is side-tracked from trying to sleep by a massive tarantula crawling on his body. Not one to flinch at such things, Bond waits until it crawls onto his pillow, then kills the fucker with his shoe. The next morning, Bond visits the Kingston MI6 guy and asks for the folder on Doctor No. Ms. Taro, his assistant, tells them the Doctor No folder is completely gone. Before Bond leaves, he pays Ms. Taro a visit, catching her listening through keyhole. Through some flirts, he makes a date for her to show him around the island. A little later, Bond fucks with a Geiger counter at Quarrel’s boat. Here they learn that Stragnways’ samples were radioactive, even though Dent had told Bond it was useless iron ore. (Hmm…) Bond tells Quarrel he wants to get to Crab Key, but Quarrel says he’s a little frightened because there’s a dragon there. Bond is like “srsly?”, and after some talkin’, Quarrel agrees to take Bond there at seven in the evening.

Bond is chased by a giant projector screen

On his way to Mrs. Taro’s, Bond is tailed by a sinister hearse, which ends in the hearse flying off a cliff and then blowing the hell up. He arrives at 2171 Magenta Drive and Ms. Taro is surprised to see him (alive). After kissing a couple times, Ms. Taro takes a call in her bedroom, a call dealing with how and Bond is still alive. Bond comes in the room, causing the call to end in a friendly lie, and the two mess around. Afterwards, Bond calls for a taxi to drive them into town. The taxi arrives and Ms. Taro gets in, only to see one of Bond’s allies in the car. The taxi takes off. With the dubious Ms. Taro gone, Bond enters the house and sets up the bed with pillows to make it look like he’s sleeping there (like Ferris Bueller) and silently waits.He doesn’t have to wait long until someone shoots six shots into the pillows. It’s Professor Dent, who, after some words, Bond shoots.

Bond, Quarrel, and Felix make it out to Crab Key, but only Bond and Quarrel reach the shore stash their dinghy in a hidden place. After that, Bond naps, but is soon woken up by lady singing. The curious Bond goes to check out who’s singing, only to find a hot blonde in a white bikini picking shells whose name is Honey Rider. She explains that she always sails up on here to get shells, and even though the baddies tried to catch her before, they couldn’t. Quarrel arrives and tells them a high-power boat is coming their way, so they all jump for cover in the palm trees.

The boat comes around, and after our heroes fail to surrender, the boat opens fire. After an unsuccessful round of ammo, the boat takes off, promising they’ll be back with their dogs. As the boat zooms away, Honey reinforces that there is a dragon on the island, which leads Bond to roll his eyes. Upon finding Honey’s boat damaged, the three travel through a mosquito-infested pond in hopes of hiding. While Quarrel keeps watch for the dragon, Bond and Honey talk, and Bond learns that she thinks Dr. No killed her father, a marine biologist who went to Crab Key to check shit out and never returned. Honey tried to get help from her landlord in Kingston, but instead of helping her, helped himself. Afterwards, she scratched his face and let her black widow spider do the job of killing him. Before Bond can answer if he has his own woman, Quarrel comes and says the dragon is a’comin. Bond finally sees the dragon, which turns out to be nothing but a painted tank with some flamethrowers on it. In the ensuing fight, Quarrel, who thought it a good idea to hide behind a damn bush, gets burnt to shit. A man then pops out of the dragon and advises Honey and Bond that, unless they “want another navel”, they should come with them.

Bond and Honey are brought to a lab where everyone is wearing hazmat suits and find out they are contaminated with radiation. After taking a shower to get all that radioactive crap off, they are welcomed into a big structure, offered cigarettes, and shown to their rooms. After drinking some drugged coffee and taking a nap, the two are invited to dinner. Judging from the plant life and artificial light through the aquarium-window, the room could be up to 200 feet below the sea level. Before they can chat more, Dr. No himself introduces himself.

“I am Dr. No Hands…I mean, Doctor No.”

Dr. No apologizes for not shaking hands, since he has nothing but black, metal, claw hands. Over dinner, Dr. No explains that he was an unwanted child of a German missionary and a Chinese woman, but through hard work, became a bigwig in the Chinese crime syndicates. He stole ten million dollars in gold and used it to create his Crab Key headquarters. Bond also learns that Dr. No is a part of SPECTRE, a massive criminal group led by the brightest (criminal) minds in the world. Dr. No regrets that he let Bond live, thinking that he might want to join SPECTRE, and seeing that he doesn’t, tells his men to “soften him up.”

Bond finds himself in a jail cell but quickly escapes through the vents, eventually making it to the decontamination room, where he hijacks a hazmat suit and starts walkin’ around. He enters in the main control room, where Dr. No and his fuckers are planning to disrupt an imminent space shuttle launch. Hazmat Bond is ordered to turn up the reactor to 25 during the countdown, but he turns it up way more and fights off anyone who tries to stop him. The base starts going apeshit and everyone abandons the area. Dr. No attacks Bond right above a radioactive pool. Dr. No eventually falls down, and grabs the scaffolding to save himself. His metal hands slide against the metal, however, and he falls in. With Dr. No dead, Bond tracks down Honey and finds her, both of them escaping the base before it explodes.

Felix Leiter soon finds them in their little boat and offers them a tow back to land. Bond agrees, but once him and Honey start making out, he lets the tow go, leaving Bond and Honey with nothing but their boat and the motion of the ocean.

Things I like:

I’ve explained before in this countdown that I usually like the biggie, more grandiose, semi-ridiculous Bonds the best. While the Bond series would range to super-ridiculous to super-serious, Dr. No can be appreciated for just how damn simple it is. Watching it for the first time after seeing all the other Bond movies, it was like watching a video of a singer before they were famous. Y’know, those videos online of Lady Gaga, sans make-up and costumes, simply playing piano in a nightclub somewhere. Before all the frills and gadgets, the women and the extravagant bases, and before any even knew what a Bond movie should be, we had this simple mystery movie. And despite there nothing exaggerated, one can see all the elements that would come along later to define Bond: the Bond girl, the Bond theme, the secret lairs, and the calm, master-mind super-villains. Dr. No is great fun to watch in both in terms of entertainment, but also in terms of context. It’s a movie that had no idea it would spawn twenty-one more. If you told Connery and crew when they were making the movie in 1962, that they’d be making the twenty-third Bond movie in fifty years, they’d call you fucking crazy. And that’s what so fun about Dr. No. They had no idea what they were starting.

Awesome.

I really have to commend the screenwriters here for an excellent script. Bond’s signature is the double entendre and the subtle wit, but it’s on display here in almost every conversation. Bond’s conversations with Ms. Trench are Ms. Taro are laden with sexual tension . Bond’s first meeting with Quarrel is full of witty remarks. Dr. No and Bond’s dinner is like a verbal fencing match. It’s all absolutely superb. And in commending the script, one must commend the actors for bringing it to life in such a convincing way.

Dr. No is great in context with other Bond movies, but also in everything else. The deaths are ridiculously tame. In the swamp, Bond creeps up on a guard who has a gun at the ready. Bond sneaks up behind him, putting his hand over the guards mouth, and the guard dies. Hilarious. Very different from the Rambo-esque takedowns of Brosnan and the strained stranglings of Craig. In addition to tame deaths, there is a scene in which Honey Rider explains why she can’t abandon her shells. She tells Bond that the one she is holding would be worth fifty dollars in Miami. Fifty dollars? Fifty dollars doesn’t get you shit nowadays. Her shell in Miami would now cost $366.72, just enough to buy two James Bond 50th anniversary Blu Ray releases. (With the remaining money, she could buy these albums).

Honey’s retirement

And lastly, I really like this shot below. I know it looks kind of lame just as a picture, but with Bond being tailed, and the wind blowing his hat around, it’s a pretty badass shot. Maybe I’ll steal it someday if I ever get around to making a movie.

Things I didn’t like:

In being the first Bond film, I can forgive it not having some of those classic Bond elements. I guess my biggest complaint would have to be this stupid dragon everyone is talking about. At first I thought it kind of cool that there was a superstition about Crab Key, some fire-breathing dragon, roaming the jungles, setting fire to those who trespass. But when Quarrel finds what are obviously tire tracks, him and Honey believe they’re dragon tracks. Are they fucking stupid? Bond tells them that they didn’t see a dragon, but something that looked like one. And sure, maybe it REALLY did look like a dragon to them. And hey, maybe it might look like a dragon to us, too. But it looks like this:

I mean, maybe if it looked like Robosaurus, I could understand, but…I mean, look at it. Like, are you fucking serious? In addition to looking like that, it makes engine noises. I’m no expert on dragons, but I’m pretty sure they don’t sound like cars. And what’s dumb about this is that it makes both Quarrel and Honey look fucking stupid. Up until then, Honey had wielded her knife and told Bond she killed a man. Quarrel was a toughie who was working with the CIA. But now they’re just dumbasses who thought that was a real dragon. And if Quarrel wasn’t stupid enough now, he decides to shoot at it from behind a bush. Either Quarrel forgot that fire can BURN THROUGH BUSHES, or he’s the stupidest person in the Caribbean. Oh well, the movie is fifty years old, so whatever.

The Song:

Since the idea of the “Bond song” didn’t yet exist, Dr. No simply uses the James Bond theme we all know and love. There’s not much to say about it except that it rocks, and has continued to rock for fifty years and twenty-two movies. The Bond character and the song are so linked, that we can’t imagine Bond without it. Never Say Never Again, the unofficial Bond movie from 1983, wasn’t allowed to use it. As one person said “You’re watching a movie where the main character is James Bond, but it’s not a Bond movie without the song”, or something like that. Thank you Monty Norman for taking your song, originally written for some dumb play, and turning it into one of the best themes in movie history.

Favorite Scene:

I hope you like Quiche, Mr. Bond

While the scene where Honey Rider in her white bikini is definitely the most iconic scene from the film, my favorite has to be the the dinner scene between Bond, Honey, and Dr. No. After an hour and a half of hearing about Dr. No and his dealings, we finally get to meet him and his subtle, criminal genius. The writing here is excellent, with nearly everything said being a jab in disguise or a means to provoke. For example, when Dr. No enters the dinner chambers, he mentions his aquarium and how he designed it, making the glass convex and ten inches thick to create a magnifying effect. Bond then says “Minnows pretending to be whales. Just like you on this island,” to which Dr. No replies “It depends, Mr. Bond, on what side of the glass you are.” A couple minutes later, Bond asks quite blunt “Does the toppling of American missiles really compensate for having no hands?” Great, great stuff.

Favorite Line:

Even though the aforementioned dinner scene is my favorite scene, my favorite line comes from the famous Honey Rider intro. Upon meeting him, she asks “What are you doing here? Looking for shells?” to which he replies, “No, I’m just looking”. Genius.

Extra Tidbit:

Bond, played for the first time ever by Sean Connery, keeps telling his dumbass allies there is no such thing as dragons. He would later voice a dragon thirty-two years later in the 1995 movie Dragonheart.

Sean Connery swimming

Next one in the countdown coming…sometime!

James Bond Countdown: #14: You Only Live Twice

In preparation for November’s “Skyfall”, I’ll be counting down all the Bond movies from my least favorite to favorite. Twenty-two movies in all, so let’s get going! Warning: Spoilers below!

Number on Countdown: 14

Title: You Only Live Twice

Year: 1967

Synopsis:

Jupiter 16, a United States-ian space shuttle, sits around up in space with astronauts aboard talking some technobabble to NASA. Their conversation subject changes to an unidentified flying object coming toward them. The astronaut named Chris is very astounded to see it’s another space craft, and one who’s tip opens up like the mouth of a giant alligator. The mysterious ship envelops the American one. The Americans to think it was the Russians. At some international meeting, a British guy says that the shuttle went back down into the sea of Japan, and perhaps that is where they should focus their intelligence instead of just pointing fingers. He explains he already has a guy working on it right now: James Bond, who, after having some love-time with a lady, gets gunned down in the bed.

Bond’s funeral is carried out on a British ship (or something), and after the ceremony, they chuck his body into the sea. His coffin is soon recovered by scuba divers, who bring it back to a submarine. Aboard the sub, Bond exits his coffin and asks permission to come aboard. In a nautical version of M’s office,Bond discusses some stuff with his boss. M also thinks that the staging of Bond’s death will make his enemies more willing to try shit. He also tells Bond that the American space shuttle did not land in Russia, but rather Japan. Since the Japanese are not yet equipped to launch a shuttle at this time, it’s up to Bond to find out what’s up. He’s told to go to Tokyo and meet with a guy named Henderson. Upon leaving, Moneypenny flirts with him but Bond deflects (once again).

Bond arrives in Tokyo and is soon spotted by some girl on the street, who whispers into her equipped-with-audio-equipment purse. Bond is enjoying a sumo wrestling match when a mysterious girl sits down next to him. Bond gives her the MI6 password and she says she’ll take him to Henderson. After some doubts, the girl takes him to see Henderson, an old gray-haired dude with a rubbery face.

Gets laid all the time

Henderson has lived in Japan for twenty-eight years, and tells Bond that his best contact will be Tanaka, head of the Japanese Secret Service. He tells Bond that he thinks the spacecraft is here in Japan, but neither Russia or Japan are responsible. Before he tells Bond anymore of his ideas, he is knifed in the back. Bond chases after the assailant and kills him, spotting his crime-buddy in a getaway car. Bond takes the dead man’s coat and hat and climbs into the back of the car. The car drives to Osato Chemical and Engineering Company. While appearing knocked out, Bond is carried upstairs, where Bond’s identity is soon revealed and they fight. After some violent interior re-decorating, Bond takes a shot of vodka then finds a safe. He sets off the alarm by stealing some documents and a picture inside, but runs for it. Outside the building, the girl from the sumo wrestling match pulls up in a car and tells him to get in.

Bond wants some info from her, but she won’t give it, and upon parking, she books it. Bond chases after her, eventually falling down a trap door, sliding down a big slide and landing quite comically into a chair. A chair in Tanaka’s office, that is. Tanaka introduces himself and Bond shares with him the Osato documents. On the documents, they find big orders for Lox, which is either a bunch of smoked salmon or Liquid Oxygen, which makes rocket fuel. Bond learns the girl’s name is Aki before investigating the picture, which depicts a ship known as the Ning-Po, a small boat of divers, and a distinct coastline. The two then head to Tanaka’s place and during a bath, bring up that Osato is just a front and that SPECTRE could be an organization behind the entire thing. Aki comes around later. Bond and her mess around.

The next morning, Bond (as Mr. Fisher) meets with Mr. Osato, head of the Osato place. Mr. Osato and his red-head secretary and Ms. Brandt arrive soon via helicopter. Bond confidently poses as a head of some chemical company, but Osato x-rays him during the chat and sees he’s carrying guns. Osato orders Mr. Fisher killed as Bond exits. Before baddies can deliver the shot, Aki comes in saves him again. The gunmen chase after them in their car, but Aki calls Tanaka for “the usual reception, please.” Just when the baddies are closing in, a helicopter flies above them and attaches a giant magnet to their roof. The helicopter then flies over the sea, car in tow, and drops them into the water. Bond then tells Tanaka to contact M and bring “Little Nellie” and her father.

Bond and Aki find the Ning-Po at some dock and while doing some investigating, find some liquid oxygen. They are soon attacked, and Bond lets Aki slip away while he takes on some jerks. Although he gets away, he is whapped in the head and taken to SPECTRE Number 11 (Ms. Brandt).  Aboard the Ning-Po, Brandt questions him and threatens to skin him alive. Bond reveals to her that he is a spy, and will split some money with her if she can get him back to Tokyo. Promising her safeguard in Europe, she agrees and kisses him. Then they get it on.

Bond and Brandt fly back to Tokyo, but mid flight, she traps him in the plane and dives off with a parachute. Bond escapes his confines and crash-lands the plane, running out before it blows the hell up. Seemingly unshaken, Bond meets Tanaka and Aki for lunch. Tanaka has identified the coastline in the photo as one belonging to a small island called Matsu. Although his people shadowed the Ning-Po during the night, they were not sure if it stopped at the island (it was, like, really dark). Two photos of the ship, however, one taken the night before and one the next morning, show that the ship lost a lot of cargo during the night. It had to have dropped it off somewhere! Bond meets with Little Nellie, a little autogyro, and her “father”, Q. Q has no time for 007’s quips and explains all of Little Nellie’s weapons before Bond takes it flying above Matsu. He sees nothing but volcanoes, and a squad of villainous helicopters. He dispatches them with fire, gun, and missile.

Meanwhile, Russia launches a shuttle into space. It is quickly intercepted by the same mysterious ship  that swallowed the American one, which soon flies down to Earth and nears one of the volcanoes on Matsu. One of the volcanoes’ water pit is actually fake, and is instead a retractable roof, which opens up, revealing inside a massive base and crew teams running around. Brandt and Osato are there, as well is a man petting his white cat, which we all know is SPECTRE number 1: Ernst Stavro Blofeld. Blofeld is displeased to find that Osato and Brandt let James Bond escape, even though it was in all the papers that he was dead. Osato is let go, but Brandt is fed to Blofeld’s ill-tempered piranha fish.

Bond meets Tanaka at his ninja-training school, where tons of youthful gents the art of concealment and badassery. Tanaka’s plan is to have one hundred of his ninjas sneak onto the island unseen and for Bond himself to become Japanese and train as a ninja. He also suggests Bond to take a wife. He wants Aki, but Tanaka explains that’s impossible, and that he must marry some other lady. After becoming Japanese (having his chest waxed, getting a wig, etc), Bond settles down for some z’s with Aki. A ninja sneaks in and while tries to poison Bond. Aki is poisoned by mistake and the ninjas starts his exit. Aki’s coughing stirs Bond awake, and although he kills the ninja, she cannot be saved. The next day, Bond takes his Japanese wife, Tanaka’s agent Kissy Suzuki, and afterwards, they all sail to Matsu.

Tanaka informs Bond that the Americans are launching another shuttle tonight at midnight (Japanese time) and that if it is incepted, they will start war with Russia. This sens Bond and co. to go into overdrive. Kissy and him go to investigate a sketchy cave, which leads them to start investigating a nearby volcano. While stopping to rest (and kiss), the two witness a helicopter heading toward the volcano and heading down inside. With furrowed brows, the two investigate and find out the volcano’s water is of metal. Bond sends Kissy back to get Tanaka and his buddies while he stays behind and checks things out.

$1500 a month, nice neighborhood, cats/dogs ok

Bond suction-cup-climbs his way down into the base and finds the captive American astronauts as Blofeld prepares SPECTRE’s intercepting-shuttle for space. Bond poses as one of the SPECTRE astronauts and almost boards, but hears “Stop that astronaut!” over the PA before he can get on. Blofeld instructs to send the reserve astronaut as Bond is brought before him. In his control room, Blofeld explains that he made a crucial error, that no astronaut would enter a shuttle with his air conditioner (whatever that means). The countdown begins as the SPECTRE shuttle goes into space to incite some war.

Although SPECTRE’s shuttle is bound for space, that doesn’t stop Tanaka and his ninjas from raiding the base. With the help of Bond’s opening of the crater-hatch, Tanaka’s ninjas rope themselves down and cause chaos. Gunfire and explosions fill the lair. More ninjas drop down as the shuttle-interception time reaches eight minutes. Blofeld leads Bond and Mr. Osato away from the fray, shooting Mr. Osato for failing him. Blofeld tries to shoot Bond, but Tanaka throws a ninja star at his hand and the shot goes wide. Blofeld escapes and Bond joins the gunfight.

Bond makes his way to the control room to stop the SPECTRE shuttle from intercepting the American one. At the last second, Bond destroys the SPECTRE shuttle. Yay! Somewhere in the base, Blofeld activates the self-destruct. Bond, Tanaka, and Kissy, and a bunch of ninjas escape from the inferno, swimming to some rafts laid out to them by some allies. Thinking no one will ever find them, Bond starts making out with Kissy. Turns out their raft was right under M’s submarine. M tells Moneypenny to have him come down to report. “It will be a pleasure, sir.” she says.

Things I like:

For the first time in this countdown, there are actually more things I like about the movie than dislike, which is, quite honestly, a nice change. I’ve gone over the hump and am now in the land of Bond-enjoyablility. Awesome. So what do I like about Bond’s fifth entry, You Only Live Twice?

First off, I have to say I love Blofeld’s awesome hollowed-out volcano lair. Nowadays, this might all be done with CGI, but they actually built this thing! It stood 184 feet tall and featured a fully-functioning helipad monorail. So fucking awesome. Not only do I love the entire set, but the entire climax the takes place there. Gunfights, carts running along tracks, ninjas dropping in from the ceiling… it’s fantastic. My favorite Bond climaxes have always been those that end in huge gunfights. Whether it’s Brosnan going Rambo in Tomorrow Never Dies or the massive gunfight in The Spy Who Loved Me, those climaxes are sure to thrill, and You Only Live Twice does not disappoint. And Blofeld’s cat’s freakout to a squib going off is absolutely hilarious. Look at its face!

Usually in a Bond movie, Bond is whisked off to multiple locations around the globe. While taking down a baddie, he might head to Madagascar, then Montenegro, and then Venice. Or from Russia to Cuba. Or to some place and Instanbul and some other place. This time, however, Bond stays put in Japan. While the idea of Bond sticking around in one place and not trotting the globe might sound boring, it’s actually pretty nice. I feel like we get a bit deeper into the culture of where we are visiting. Usually, Bond is just “shooting in and out” of places, hardly sticking around long enough to share any real cultural experiences. This time we get a quasi-cultural profile of Japan (y’know, in a Disney “it’s a small world” kind of way) Even though it’s a little embarrassing by today’s standards of what’s acceptable stereotyping, it’s still fun to see Tokyo, some baths, ninjas, and a wedding ceremony. In no other Bond movie do we delve into a location or its unique customs so much. As I said, it’s a little 1960’s in approach, but I enjoy the extra depth.

Things I didn’t like:

There isn’t too much I dislike about You Only Live Twice, with only one real gripe coming to mind. Up until Aki’s death, Aki was the leading Bond girl and his lady during the mission. She had already saved him twice and led him directly to Tanaka. He even sacrificed himself so she could get away. Even when Bond has to choose a Japanese wife, he wants Aki. We get that Bond legitimately likes Aki, and that she’ll be by his side for the duration of the movie. Unfortunately, she catches whiff of some ninja-poison and dies. Bond then “marries” one of Tanaka’s agents, Kissy Suzuki, with whom he teams up and eventually kisses a whole bunch of times.

I don’t know about you, but I always felt Bond’s forgetting of Aki to be a little quick. I mean, I know he is Bond, and tough, and has little room to be sad about shit, but come on, she just died like five minutes ago! Sure, it might follow with Bond’s character, but what about the audience? Am I just supposed to accept this new Bond girl who came out of nowhere halfway through the movie? I mean, there was excellent build between Bond and Aki, which all just ends rather abruptly. I don’t think Aki is ever even menitoned in the movie after this. Did they lose the actress or something? Why does no one care about her? Oh well, whatever.

“Aki who?”

The Song:

“You Only Live Twice”, composed by John Barry and sung by Nancy Sinatra, is, I think, one of the prettiest and nicest Bond themes. The classic John Barry strings, the musical, oriental flowerings, and Nancy Sinatra’s voice come together so nicely. It’s an absolute delight to hear it during the film’s score as well. It’s sweeping and romantic, just what a storming by ninjas needs.

Not only do I like the music, but the lyrics as well, especially the first lines: “You only live twice, or so it seems, one life for yourself, and one for your dreams”. I completely agree with this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not stupid, I know that we only live once (Bill Nye told me), but we all do kind of live a second life for our dreams, don’t we? In real life, I’m just a dime-a-dozen aspiring writer/director/musician/anything in the Los Angeles area, but in my dreams, I’m a lot more. In our dreams, we’re always that person we want to be, and I think that every time we day-dream or have a hope, we’re living for our dreams. So hey, maybe we really do live twice. Once in the world and once in the world created in our heads. I really like that idea. Just don’t go living too much in your dreams now.

Favorite Scene:

Although I don’t like the Little Nellie all that much, the scene in which Bond uses it to dispatch some enemy helicopters is pretty damn awesome. I don’t know if it’s what Bond actually does during the scene that makes it cool, or the fact that the entire sequence is underscored by a chopped-up-and-re-arranged James Bond theme. Good action scenes are cool, but the James Bond them is just that extra ingredient that makes them great. We love Bond for his gadgets, know-how, and swagger, and we love seeing our hero do what he does best set to the Monty Norman/added John Barry orchestration masterpiece. It really is a great scene. And to think, no CGI at all! If you’ve got three minutes, check it out:

Favorite Line:

This time, my favorite line is actually the title of the film. After Blofeld sees Bond in his control room, he asks Bond if he is back from the dead. Bond replies “This is my second life”, to which Blofeld says “You only live twice, Mr. Bond.” Great delivery of the line, too.

Extra Tidbit:

In the beginning of the film, Bond is schmoozing with some girl played by actress Tsai Chin. Tsai Chin would appear in Casino Royale 39 years later as a poker player. Crazy!

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