This is the movie that first made me wonder if third nipples are a real thing.

I still haven't found out the truth.

I still don't want to.

I totally forgot that Christopher Lee was a Bond villain. I'll hafta check this movie out just for that fact alone.

In fact, I really have the next week off... I think it's time to take the plunge and finally watch some classic James Bond movies. I'm woefully pitiful when it comes to my pre-Brosnan viewings.

My least favorite Moore Bond, despite Lee. Still better than anything done post Moore except License to Kill. ABOLUTELY TERRIBLE title song, as well. Caps deserved. Missed chance to ask Elton John after Paul McCartney.

I'd rank GoldenEye and Casino Royale higher than this.

And I rank even below average movies from the 70s higher than mediocre movies from the 90s or today. No wonder this is my favorite blog. I've seen 10 of the 20 movies currently on the front page, got 7 of those 10 on DVD, and I love them all. For me the 70s was the last movie decade with a charm of its own.

I hate to do this to you, but it's a true story.  I had a PE class with a young man that had three nipples. 

Of course we nicknamed him Scaramanga.  The sad thing is I don't even remember the guy's name. 

Dammit amp! Now I have to get totally trashed tonight to avoid the inevitable nightmares!

Along with those I'd have to add The Living Daylights and Quantum of Solace.  MWTGG is not a very good movie at all.

It's actually a pretty common thing.  So are webbed feet.

*Heebly Jeebly HeeblyJeebly heeblyjeebly*