I first met Bond via the ABC Sunday Night Movie, back in the early 70s. No idea which one I saw first, but possibly Goldfinger. I remember going to school the next day and a friend said I’d missed out watching it on my folks’ black and white set, because in the scene where the crushed car is loaded into the bed of Oddjobb’s pickup truck, his color set showed Mr Solo’s blood oozing out of the block of scrap metal. Geez, kids are liars.
I remember the Sunday night ritual of watching all sorts of garbage films I had no interest in, in the desperate hope that the “next week” promo near the end would announce another Bond in the offing. When my brother and I embarrassed my parents by engaging in a very public altercation in town, the punishment was to not let us watch “Diamonds Are Forever” that Sunday night, and it scarred me for life. LOL
I was lucky to see any of them: my Dad was a Methodist minister with fairly traditional values. Before every viewing, he and Mom would sit me down and say, “Now, we’re going to let you watch this movie, but we want you to know we don’t approve of James Bond’s lifestyle.” By which they meant shagging strange women you’ve just met, of course: pinning people to trees with a spear gun or throwing them into snowblowers was fine.
Then came TSWLM on the big screen and there was no turning back.
Just as a side note, I’ve always been grateful to have come along when I did. With Sean on the telly and Roger on the big screen, I never had any trouble adjusting to the concept of multiple Bonds, whereas older fans often seemed unable to let go of the past and stop pining for Connery. At the same time, though, it’s interesting to note how “old fashioned” the Connery Bonds seemed to a kid of the 70s, when only a few years had passed. Those narrow lapels and Brylcreemed coiffs might as well have come from the Stone Age!