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This is where we come in.
For the time being, event movies are on hold.
But hopefully our alternatives will help scratch that cinematic itch.
This week:No Time to Die, the first James Bond film in five years.
Even before the current pandemic, this Daniel Craig follow-up has experienced some troubles.
WillNo Time to Diebe a worthy sendoff for Craig?
You could start with Ernest Lehmans pitch-perfect script.
Or Bernard Herrmanns paranoid, exultant score, which punctuates every iconic scene.
Or you could get rhapsodic about that wonderfully constructed crop-duster action sequence.
Before there was a Bond, Grant gave moviegoers an image of a suave, sarcastic lady-killer.
Thornhill even has a fondness for martinis.
That job ends up being incredibly complicated.
(Otherwise there would be no movie.)
(Fun fact: Bruces spy, code name OSS 117,predated 007 by four years.)
Once you start laughing atCairo, Nest of Spies foolishness, its hard to stop.
There is nothing glamorous about the spy life.
This is the antiJames Bond.
