Can ‘ya Guess It?
Our thirteenth LOCATION, LOCATION, Location? entry might be difficult to put a finger on.
August 4th, 2013
Geoffrey Geib 
License to Kill is the best James Bond movie. By far. And it’s not even close. It’s not the most fun, to be sure, that’s completely subjective and not all that close either[i], but it brilliantly captures the essence of the literary character to the greatest degree, and that essence, boiled down to its most basic and fundamental nature, is that James Bond is a world-class jerk.
Consider how Bond treats women. Does he consider their hopes and dreams? One might argue, reasonably I suppose, that this is not the relationship that either party envisions when the door closes and clothes hit the floor, but it’s difficult not to wonder if the significantly less likely to survive half of the equation here would feel as charitably towards the event in question if the spectre of imminent death was presented to them at the moment of seduction. And what about his friends? Is their well-being being looked after or given proper reciprocal consideration? What about his performance in the work place? Is he a team player? Willing to listen to others?