Inter-agency Co-operation

[elspethdixon]

Important safety tip: stay away from airplane propellers. One of the airport's KingAirs (two-engined charter plane that seats about twelve) hit a deer while taking off the other night. Alpha, one of the airport's flight instructors, brought in photographs. The deer ran head-on into the propeller, and got itself sliced into ten pieces. Literally. It looked like somebody had taken a butcher's saw and quartered it--the cuts were that even. The damage to the plane was expensive but fixable.

On a less cool but far more pleasant note, I've decided, after watching Live and Let Die on cable last night that a) dear God did that movie work stock voodoo horror flick elements for all they were worth, down to the innocent white girl being used as a human sacrifice, and b) the world desperately needs James Bond/Felix Leiter slash. It's been years since I read Flemming's books, which are what my first introduction to Bond came from, but book!Bond, at least, was always bloody slashy with Felix (he also got beat up a lot more than movie!Bond. Once, Felix rescued him. There was snark), and they seem to have the slashy vibes in the older movies, too.

To quote one of Felix's fellow CIA agents, "If that's not inter-agency co-operation, well then, I just don't know what is."

Comments

[watersword]

Amen. I have been wanting Leiter/Bond slash for years. And I love the movies's Bond, espeically Connery -- and I shouldn't admit tot his in public -- and Dalton (shut up, I love Timothy Dalton), but Fleming's Bond is much more fun.

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

Like I said, I read the books before I ever saw the movies, so book!Bond will always be the closest to my heart. He didn't have quite as many cool gadgets, and he got beaten up by the bad guys a bit more often, but hey--he could also defeat evil Russian spies and Caribbean crime lords without exploding cufflinks and magnitised wristwatches, usually by just being too stubborn to die. Kind of like a 20th century, more upperclass version of Richard Sharpe (with Sharpe's tendency to throw himself at every woman he meets). And the books are even more over-the-top than the films in some ways. I seem to recall that the book version of Live and Let Die had ninjas as well as voodoo cults, for no apparent reason other than that Ian Flemming apparently thought ninjas made cool villains.

Connery's probably my favourite movie Bond (he has The Voice, for one thing), with Pierce Brosnan coming in second. Brosnan actually looks the most like James did/does in the books, though the more recent movies aren't quite the same campy fun as the 60s and 70s ones (that deeply un-PC voodoo sacrifice ritual in Live and Let Die would never fly today, for one thing).

[watersword]

...no wonder I fell in love with Sharpe on sight.

The camp is completely the point -- the books are perfect when you're sick; they require absolutely no higher thought and keep you interested enough to forget how miserable you are.