'Goldfinger'

Gollld-finnngahhhhhhhhh

Shirley Bassey's introduction to the adaptation of Ian Fleming's James Bond novel brought me and my college friends a ton of laughs and parody.

I came up with a hotshot theory about James Bond: Much like one's favorite Beatle, it is likely to change with age and maturation. When someone's 16, their favorite Beatle is probably John Lennon and their favorite Bond is probably Sean Connery.

And it's not close. They don't consider Paul McCartney or Roger Moore.

However, as our tastes and ability to perceive and enjoy nuance and subtleties, things change. Or they should change. If they don't, then you have to consider that life isn't really interesting.

Besides, liking Lennon and Connery is like like rooting for the New York Yankees.

I do like Connery. I just have a higher appreciation for the other Bonds. In fact, if we're not careful, Daniel Craig is likely to overtake them all. He's the George Harrison of this equation. Or the Ringo Starr, considering both joined last.

Connery's appeal stems from his pure eroticism that he exudes with every turn and judo chop. He's a sexy man and he knows it. I also think he was the most chauvanistic Bond nad just about every time he looks at a woman in the film, he's just wondering what it's going to take to get her to spread her thighs.

Goldfinger is solid. A good villian (the oddly-named Goldfinger), a good henchman (Oddjob), good bumbling henchmen (Oddjob's Korean extended family ... all skinnier and dumber) and even some hot trim. Unfortunately, it also has Pussy Galore (the biggest misnomer in film history), who couldn't be any more ordinary looking.