We watched Goldfinger last night. I hadn't seen it since I was in elementary school and ignoring the obvious sexist crap (like Sean Connery slapping his blond masseuse on the ass and saying, "Bye. Man talk" when his spy boss comes around, it was pretty amusing.
So was the fact that Goldfinger changed accents a few times - we were told he was British, "but doesn't sound like it." He sounded German, then Indian, then a little bit of American and a bit of British, depending on the scene. WTF?! Mr. RK looked up the trivia, and apparently the actor didn't speak English at all, so it was all dubbed (badly dubbed.)
What made me laugh over and over (you would too) was the character played by Honor Blackman, "Pussy Galore." When I was in high school in the 90s, we mused about whether modern cinema could get away with that, and a friend said, "I think her character had lots of cats."
Guess what? No cats! (You super James Bond fans can bear with me here, I haven't memorized the entire catalogue.) On top of that, her troupe of pilots was called "Pussy Galore's Flying Circus." I kept imagining what fun Monty Python could have had with that one.
So despite the fact that there was no nudity and the worst kind of violence was when someone fell over after a gun went, "Bang!", John Wayne-style, I'm guessing the ratings people wouldn't let us have so much Pussy if that film were released today.
Mind you, Mr. RK and my brother B went to see Trance this afternoon, and I am told that Rosario Dawson leaves nothing to your imagination (that includes a razor and sex with two characters.) Plus one of the characters gets his fingernails yanked, and another gets shot in his boy bits.
So sexual innuendo in a funny way is taboo, but blatant violence and nasty sex is OK for the MPA?
Call me a wuss, but I'm leaning more toward the action movies of 1964. Or Austin Powers.