When I saw my first espresso machine I was enchanted. It was a large brass monster with a high-handled plunger which a man approached and brought down extracting a small cup of delicious nectar. Then the man steamed some milk and combined the two, placing a silver spoon onto the saucer before handing it to M who asked, "Is that all it does?"
This man knew how to do things right, and was, of course, Bond, James Bond.
I was sitting in the theater with four friends watching Live and Let Die, Roger Moore's first attempt to fill Sean Connery's not-so-saintly shoes.
And we were taking notes on everything because our fathers were basically slobs who wouldn't know espresso from Sanka, an Austin Martin from an Opel GT, or a Guiness Stout from a Coors Light.
No, we were taking notes because Bond women were hot, and Bond was our only teacher.
But there was more than that.
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I think it is widely understood that Sean Connery was the quintessential Bond, and as such has been a dominant definition of masculinity over the last forty years (no matter what Barbara Walters says).
But what is the meaning of James Bond? What is the essence?
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Load torpedo bay three.
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