James Bond, one of global culture’s most recognized imbibers, drinks no fewer than 317 drinks throughout the series of books authored by Ian Fleming.
Put on the headphones and prepare yourself for another swinging, occasionally baffling, journey through James Bond themed cash-in records.
In the 1960s, there were dozens of James Bond music cash-in industry, offering nondescript but professionally competent renditions of popular Bond espionage TV show themes.
Riding the tide of popularity his portrayal of Jason King brought him, Peter Wyngarde was approached by RCA with the prospect of recording an album. Thus we start down the road toward infamy.
There’s who you’ve heard. And then there’s the hundreds of small, local bands who maybe played a few shows, maybe cut a 45, maybe survived as the house band in the cocktail bar of some Midwestern motel.
The Boulevardier appears in a section called “Cocktails Round Town,” — a boulevardier being someone who prowled the Parisian boulevards in search of revelry.
Ypotron is a light and airy espionage adventure with sci-fi elements and almost no interest whatsoever in its own plot, so enamored is it instead with low-budget globe-trotting and extremely large hats.
This movie is a total bomb, and that didn’t stop me from enjoying it. Don’t listen to me, because I’m going to tell you to go ahead and see Asambhav. The near universal chorus of bad reviews this movie received are right, and I am wrong. Don’t do it.
League of Gentlemen is a little bit like if, instead of solving crimes for a living, Bulldog Drummond ended up committing them; as if his classified ad was answered by a fellow demobilized officer putting together a crew for a heist.
The African Queen stayed unseaworthy until 2012, when Key Largo locals Lance and Suzanne Holmquist bought it and set about once again making it a functioning boat.
Terminal 3 at New York’s JFK airport, known as the Worldport, was once the distinctive flying saucer shaped home of Pan Am. It was, during the heyday of jet-set travel, a model for the sleek, modernist style that defined journeys by air.
Nestled with irony between a McDonald’s and a casino is Prague’s Museum of Communism (only the KGB Museum has a more deliciously ironic location, next door to the heavily guarded U.S. embassy).