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My James Bond Drinking Game
My James Bond drinking game is much better than anyone else’s, because I’ve had the benefit of peeking at all the other ones and then sitting down in front of a “Spike TV 007 Days of Christmas” marathon with nothing else to do for days at a time, a few months back. Don’t ask.
The drinking game doesn’t start until Bond requests, or comments on, a drink by name. The drink is then a much cheaper version of whatever Bond mentioned. Dom Perignon ’55 (mentioned in Dr. No (1962)) becomes Andre Cold Duck. Mint Julep (Goldfinger (1964)) becomes Peppermint Schapps.
Take a drink when a bad girl turns out to be good, or when James Bond’s fantastic performance in bed persuades her to turn away from a life of crime. Take two drinks if she spares Bond’s life because of this. You might as well take another drink when a good girl turns out to be bad.
Take a drink when Bond engages in some kind of “friendly” competition with the bad guy, like golf, cards, horse racing, skeet shooting or fencing. Take two drinks if Bond loses.
Take a drink when the henchman dies. You know who it is. There’s always one.
Take a drink when Bond is escorted to, or stumbles upon, the villain’s inner sanctum.
Pour a drink when Bond arrives at the villain’s outer sanctum (corporate headquarters, sprawling mansion, chateau), and sip it slowly as he is escorted around.
Take a drink when the villain goes way out of his way to show Bond, other bad guys, his henchmen, his wench, or just the audience what an incredibly sadistic badass he is.
Take a drink when, in a rare moment of carelessness, Bond fails to protect an innocent woman or a female ally, and as the life drains from her body, silently vows revenge.
Take a drink when the bad guys sneak up on Bond’s right-hand-man, surround him, and kill him off in some highly unorthodox manner.
Take a drink when the scene is abruptly terminated because Bond is about to have sex with a woman. If it’s the woman Bond will be making-out with during the closing credits, take two drinks.
Take a drink when Bond is introduced to a foreign operative, such as Felix Liter. If this foreign operative is a complete stranger to Bond, and he trusts him/her implicitly even though he is not shown any paper credentials whatsoever (“I’m Harvey with the Portugese Secret Service!”), take two drinks.
Take a drink when Q and/or M explain to Bond the significance of a “Maguffin,” such as a weapons controlling device, decoding device, antiquity with clue hidden inside it, microfilm, etc.
Take a drink when Bond acquires the Maguffin.
Take a drink when Bond loses the Maguffin.
Take a drink when the villain has Bond over for dinner.
Take a drink when someone suffers a truly bizarre death about halfway through the movie, or when the villain shows off a highly unorthodox weapon that portends doom for the entire civilized world.
Take a drink when Bond meets a troubled young woman who has sworn revenge after the death of her parents, brother or boyfriend, and wisely counsels her to leave things to him or else take time to let her emotions cool.
Of course, you should take a drink when the bad guy plots an extraordinarily elaborate execution for Bond. Take two drinks if he tells Bond some vital detail of his dastardly plan, which of course he would never reveal if he thought there was the faintest chance Bond might survive.
Take a drink when Bond is rescued or assisted, quite unexpectedly, by “the cavalry” which is some branch of the United States or British military.
Take a drink when Bond appears before the bad guy with some outrageous pseudonym. Try to have the drink finished before the bad guy figures out who Bond really is, which he surely will, and of course you better drink fast.
Take a drink when Bond discovers a clue which will lead him to some other exotic locale.
Take a drink when M discusses the threat to national security.
Take a drink at the beginning of a chase.
Take a drink when Bond begins to defuse a bomb.
Take a drink when Bond is held in captivity.
Take a drink when Bond shows his dark side. Grrr!
Take a drink when Bond meets a girl from his past and sad, nostalgic/romantic music about the-life-that-might-have-been starts playing.
Take a drink when the bad guy begins to recite the significant events from his life-story to Bond, which can be used to help explain his twisted motivations.
Take a drink when the bad guy ridicules James Bond for his incompetence.
Take a drink when Bond collaborates with his superior officers and/or foreign intelligence officers, out in the field, right before a final assault.
Take a drink when the villain, or his henchman, has his personal scientist executed because the scientist has outlived his usefulness.
Kneel before the Porcelain God before the closing credits say “James Bond Will Return In…”
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