(I’m stealing this intro from The Guardian because it made me laugh)
The tension is palpable. James Bond finds himself strapped to a bench in the depths of Goldfinger’s lair, a laser beam edging towards his body. Death seems inevitable. “Do you expect me to talk?” Bond asks. Goldfinger looks back, dismissively. “No, Mr Bond,” he replies. “I expect you to … DANCE!” Continue reading Now It’s Time for James Bond… The Musical?