You expect me to talk?’ ‘No, Mr Bond. I expect you to die!’ Even those who wouldn’t normally watch a James Bond film can quote that exchange from Goldfinger (released 60 years ago, in September 1964). It is spoken as Bond follows the progress of a laser beam pointed at that portion of his body most required for his continued success as a womaniser. The film’s other takeaway images are those of a nude young woman killed by being smothered in gold paint, a mute Korean assassin with an unusually lethal bowler hat and an all-female flying circus spraying nerve gas over Fort Knox. It’s all accompanied by the magnificent belter of a title song from Shirley Bassey – composed by John Barry and with lyrics by Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley. If Goldfinger isn’t the best of the 25-odd James Bond films, it’s the one that can stand as...
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