Goldfingah

Okay. I'm the first to admit that I am not the biggest James Bond fan in the world. I've just never been all that interested in the movies. Sure, Sean Connery is very suave as the iconic action hero, and sure, they are a part of classic filmography.

However, I'm simply not interested. And I wish I could say that Goldfinger changed my mind. But it didn't. It just reinstated in me that old belief that Bond movies have almost nothing to bring to the table for me. They're the kind of action movie that makes my mind wander, and then I sit there, confused. I comfort myself with the only positive things I can find in old Bond movies: the bad action scenes, the fashion fopas, and Sean Connery.

As a female, I am attracted to Connery on a basic level. He is at his best in Goldfinger, and that's all there is to say about it.

I don't know. In the past, when people tell me 'You've got to see this movie' and 'You're gonna LOVE it', I feel some obligation to him/her, and I at least pretend that I enjoyed it. But I can't with Goldfinger. Maybe it's because I'm spoiled by the fast-paced action of some of today's Bond wannabees like The Transporter or basically anything else with Jason Statham.

What it comes down to is this: Bond just isn't my thing.

But anyway, I got one more movie down. That makes 497 movies to go!

P.S. My guilty pleasure movie today was "Addicted to Love." Meg Ryan and Matthew Broderick. Check it out.