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your killin' me!!!!
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UNREAL! Hope she will use that costume in the the Bond film. hope THOSE are real, too!
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Now we come to Our All-Tyme Favorite Bond Villainess: Dazzlingly dangerous Luciana Paluzzi, whose Fiona Volpe is the only woman who matched Connery for drop-dead deadliness, galactic grace and equally elegant, grandly imperious, purely poisonous attitude. One can compose a virtual compendium of Connery’s Coolest Moments but, for us, when he comes upon Fiona in the bath and she asks him to give her something to wear and he nonchalantly hands her her shoes is just about the COOLEST damn definitive demonstration of why Connery has the indisputable, irrepressible and infinite trademark plus permanent patent on that character. And the lady is most assuredly not amused. Which then leads to what still remains the finest-acted, directed and scored (by that other auspicious J.B.) sequence in any of the original Connery opuses, the stinging showdown of insults slung with such marvelous maliciousness by Bond and Fiona, ending with Fiona’s final verbal coup de grace: “Oh, but I forgot your ego, Mr. Bond. James Bond, who only has to make love to a woman and she immediately starts hearing heavenly choirs singing. She then repents and returns to the side of right and virtue. But not this one. What a blow to your ego it must’ve been, Mr. Bond. You – having a failure.” Still, failure is a description never to be applied to the simmering, smolderingly unforgettable Ms. Paluzzi. Then, Now And Always …
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HooRaq for HWLR Department: You're a regular fount of fabulous info, pally. Fans as we originally were of April Dancer's (what a wunnerful name, up there with Napoleon Solo) original, criminally-cut short adventures, we never made the connection Luciana was in the first ep! Now we've gotta track it down somehow - see what you started? Yep, it's all YER inspiring fault! As for your suggesh, JaSe, this thread's gonna be long enuff once it's concluded (?) with just the Usual Picturesque Suspects - tho others have done just what you advised throughout this exercise in whatever-the-heck-it-is. Sew, as Dino didn't sey, "Keep all them (Yummy) Bond cards and letters comin', folks". [ Tho, mind you, we've a particular English maiden in mind that'll more than meet your pantin' request. Stick around and stay tuned. ] ...
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