A shriek as General... as Peter Lorre flips a chocolate button between her breasts.
I have not bothered with a James Bond fillum for twenty years and am not tempted by the bovine Mr D Craig in the latest "outing"s.
"Secret Agent" (clicky on the linky 2 c th'flicky), directed by Alfred Hitchcock, and starring John Gielgud, Peter Lorre, Madeleine Carroll, Robert Young - now there's a patchy and rather weird motion picture the way they used to make them.
Call me old and cranky but...
Readers: You are old, Father Blogiam, the young Readers said. And cranky.
"Oh I say, don't cry yet, have a cigarette." Everybody smokes for England in this flim and I approve the sentiment if not the methodology.
The days when I could puff contentedly at a Navy Cut or a Capstan Full Strength --- or a Number 6 ---
Tomorrow to the tobacconist on Church Street for a couple of boxes of oval Turkish, some proper untipped cigarettes and maybe a churchwarden pipe. Dammit.