The Aisle Seat: James Bond’s Point of No Return
[SPOILERS FOLLOW]
A few weeks ago, I sat with folded brow in one of my local cinemas as the credits started their crawl on No Time to Die.
When a movie ends and the credits starts to role, most of you in audience are up and out.
Not me. I’m a studious credit reader, fascinated by the ephemera regarding filming locales (“Wow! They made Nome, Alaska look exactly like L.A.!”) and poring through the long list of people I might know, surprise cameos, acknowledgments, thank yous, and, sometimes, a clever surprise at the end. (Jackie Chan’s outtakes and, more recently, In the Heights).
In short, I’m annoying company at the movies. Usually, my wife is out in the aisle with her arms folded, tapping her foot, while the ushers fume, raising their brooms, ready to sweep me right into the bin. It’s a wonder they let me in the door.
With No Time to Die, though, I had good reason. I was waiting and watching for a special message at the end, a tradition, a promise, I’d been conditioned to expect after sixty years of watching James Bond.
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It was the Beatles who unwittingly led me to James Bond.
