I’m outside on top of the city’s landmark O2 Arena, narrowing my eyes and scanning the city like a nonchalant killing machine.
With the wind whipping my face, I’m ready to dispatch any troublesome baddies who run towards me. In my head, there’s a dramatic swell of music. Sean Connery may have been the best James Bond, but I’m at least as good as George Lazenby.
After his most-perilous assignment yet — escorting the Queen on her Olympic parachute jump — the world’s favourite dinner-jacketed spy crashes back onto movie screens Nov. 9. Fifty years after the first James Bond movie, Dr. No, Ian Fleming’s shaken-not-stirred agent returns with Skyfall, his 23rd martini-infused adventure.
Toronto is marking the occasion: “Designing 007: 50 Years of Bond Style,” opens at the TIFF Bell Lightbox on Oct. 26. It’s crammed with Bond memorabilia, from Casino Royale poker tables to the metal choppers donned by popular henchman, Jaws.
My own celebration is more hands-on. Like the pre-title sequence to a Bond movie that no-one will see, I’m channeling my inner spy by clambering up and over, sans stunt double, one of the capital’s biggest landmarks, famously deployed in Pierce Brosnan’s The World is Not Enough.