You know his name. You got his number. Since 1962, James Bond has been the spy whose reputation precedes him: As international man of mystery, as guru of gadgets and espionage thrills, and as the agent who never encountered a boundary – country, or personal space – he couldn't sneak across.
The Ian Fleming adaptations started with a bang: Dr. No remains among the best-reviewed of 007's movies, bringing forth that first legendary era of Sean Connery suited up as the debonair rogue that women crave and men aspire to be in vain. Case in point: 1967's Casino Royale had no less than six James Bonds within its spooferifous walls, none holding a candle to the Con'. The non-comic caper is the worst-reviewed James Bond movie, and was produced outside of franchise gatekeepers Eon.
