Showing posts with label Sean Connery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sean Connery. Show all posts

Monday, August 31, 2009

The James Bond Martini



'A dry martini,' he said. 'One. In a deep champagne goblet.'

'Oui, monsieur.'

'Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon peel. Got it?'

'Certainly monsieur.' The barman seemed pleased with the idea.

'Gosh, that's certainly a drink,' said Leiter.

Bond laughed. 'When I'm...er...concentrating,' he explained, 'I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold, and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink's my own invention. I'm going to patent it when I think of a good name.'

— Casino Royale, Chapter 7: Rouge et Noir[5]

Saturday, July 11, 2009

You think your job sucks?

How much do you think they had to pay Sean Connery to do this? 



Also, this brings up the larger and more interesting question: 
What did they pay the wardrobe person who had to introduce this get up to Mr. Connery AND get him into a fitting?

Warning: I only can say that if you're highly caffeinated and can stomach your way through a Fellini marathon, then go ahead and watch the trailer below. It's by John Boorman, don't say you weren't warned.