Post by Ace on Jul 11, 2009 12:36:21 GMT -5
www.ifc.com/news/2009/06/50-greatest-trailers.php?page=36
16. GoldenEye (1995)
By IFC on 06/25/2009
By the time "GoldenEye" rolled around in 1995, the James Bond franchise was so sickly one could practically hear the rhythmic chug of its respirator. Which, in turn, is why the film’s trailer was such a blast. As the opening strains of the classic theme music become audible, on-screen text highlights the word “new” before Pierce Brosnan waltzes out in typical black-on-white profile, shoots up the letters to reveal “007” (for added value, count the number of shots this takes) and then walks forward to reveal his face. “You were expecting someone else?” he playfully taunts.
It’s a virtual come-hither line that thrusts the trailer into a blistering montage of machine-gun fire, explosions, ugly villain profiles (Gottfried John’s face was made for such espionage endeavors) and Famke Janssen tossing her head back with devilish eroticism, all of it only interrupted so Brosnan can dish out a trademark bon-mot (shirtless and gun-outstretched: “No more foreplay”) and his obligatory intro, which like the trailer -- and the film itself -- hits a perfect suave-and-cheeky Bond note. --Nick Schager
16. GoldenEye (1995)
By IFC on 06/25/2009
By the time "GoldenEye" rolled around in 1995, the James Bond franchise was so sickly one could practically hear the rhythmic chug of its respirator. Which, in turn, is why the film’s trailer was such a blast. As the opening strains of the classic theme music become audible, on-screen text highlights the word “new” before Pierce Brosnan waltzes out in typical black-on-white profile, shoots up the letters to reveal “007” (for added value, count the number of shots this takes) and then walks forward to reveal his face. “You were expecting someone else?” he playfully taunts.
It’s a virtual come-hither line that thrusts the trailer into a blistering montage of machine-gun fire, explosions, ugly villain profiles (Gottfried John’s face was made for such espionage endeavors) and Famke Janssen tossing her head back with devilish eroticism, all of it only interrupted so Brosnan can dish out a trademark bon-mot (shirtless and gun-outstretched: “No more foreplay”) and his obligatory intro, which like the trailer -- and the film itself -- hits a perfect suave-and-cheeky Bond note. --Nick Schager