It's honestly been forever since I've watched a Bond film. The weird thing is that, when I watched them all as a teenager, Roger Moore was actually my favourite. But, let's face it, when the time came to pass the torch, Connery was the only one whose career managed to get even bigger. Remembering his roles, James Bond might not have even made the top 5. If I've been thinking about Sean Connery's movies in the past few months, it's mostly been
Zardoz (which I legitimately enjoyed and even wrote an article about for Anglotopia a few years ago, likening it to a warped retelling of
The Tempest muddled by a man who had been doing so much cocaine he openly admitted that he didn't understand most of the film), this monologue from The Untouchables
Or, for that matter, his very last film, one that I haven't seen, but fully intend to soon because it ended up so bad it made the Deep Hurting Project and is also on Amazon Prime:
Sir Billi. You know what, this week, I've got Sean Penn's refugee camp movie with barely any refugees, next week, I'll solicit the board for which of 10 shitty horror movies to watch (and they are doozies), and the week after, I'm going to watch
Sir Billi. I was hoping to take on
A Talking Cat?!, but that'll have to wait until next cycle.