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  1. Shooting SPECTRE – Clapperboard #10

    If you can’t stand the heat…

    Spectre Clapperboard #10

    Heiko Baumann @ 2015-05-24
  2. Shooting SPECTRE – Clapperboard #9

    Pushing the boat out…

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    Heiko Baumann @ 2015-05-09
  3. Shooting SPECTRE – Clapperboard #8

    Only a day after a new videoblog which featured heavily on cars, we are treated to another clapperboard image. Surprisingly, there’s a motorbike in this one. And it has machine guns…

    Heiko Baumann @ 2015-05-01
  4. Short Tail on an Aston

    So, to entertain the masses of fans during the shooting of SPECTRE, the good people at Eon house – in their 007.com incarnation – have taken to pick up the valued and ages-old tradition of the video blog again. ‘Ages-old’ as in ‘since SKYFALL’. Valued as in ‘kicks serious hindquarters’.

    Bowdlerised service for the extremely spoiler-averse: the footage shown consists of material from a car chase between two luxury brand models on the streets of a European capital. It may be also possible to imply – without disclosing too much – that the events appear to happen during a phase of reduced daylight. A member of the cast is making a comment, amounting to a sum total of about four-and-a-half sentences in what might be called ‘Bentley-tradition’. Members of the crew make a number of shortish remarks. And the rest is…pure joy.  

     

    But judge for yourself:

     

     

     

     

    Helmut Schierer @ 2015-04-30
  5. Announcing The 007th Chapter – The Ebook Edition

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    Like the previously released The 007th Minute, it won’t be a real ‘e-book’ but a downloadable PDF. And again, it will be available for free. All we ask for is that, if you download this ebook, please make a donation to UNICEF or any other cause of your personal choice.

    Heiko Baumann @ 2015-04-26
  6. Shooting “SPECTRE” – Clapperboard #7

    Back in London – City Hall, no less.

    SPECTRE Clapperboard #7

    Heiko Baumann @ 2015-04-18
  7. The 007th Chapter: Colonel Sun – Not-So-Safe-House

    A literary meditation by Jacques Stewart

     

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    Kingsley Amis, with six double whiskies inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Acapulco airport and thought about killing James Bond with a bazooka. It could have happened…

     

    Apologies if you sacrificed a disappointing child to ensure that this had ended. Can’t claim that continuation 007thChapters match the originals (for good or ill) and even a sympathetic reader filled with milky sap will conclude that I’ve exhausted an idea of debateable sustainability, given the knotweed of ennui throttling the initial run. You go spot a parallel, you clever old you.

     

    I recently acquired a 1970 paperback Colonel Sun for 25p, coincidentally its price at the time and, like all books, more expensive in Australia. Why does it cost so much to stock a prison library? I suspect the bookmonger involved rejects decimalisation, and soap, but troglodytes have their uses: the book is in good condition and worth the princely sum. Second-hand bookshop for second-hand Bond: fitting. He (probably a he) muttered, through a greasedribbled beard / nest, “It’s not a real one”. I replied that he was therefore fencing counterfeit goods and I would report him to the Bizzies. Cracking him across the for’ead with me alabaster swordstick, cape a-twirl I sashayed from the emporium, the gay applause of other customers a-ringing like a peal of church bells heralding savage war, and my way festooned with seasonal blooms. Ectually, I didn’t do any of that and, in shuffling out into the drizzle, tripped over a pile (apposite collective noun) of Clive Cusslers meeting their natural fate by stabilising a table. The truth in this escapade is only in what he said, this “person” who – in principle – would be assumed to “know” books. Unrealistic to expect he had read all his wares (and, with the Cusslers, heartless to require it), but an interesting attitude. He didn’t try “Kingsley Amis wrote that”, suggesting he didn’t know / care and his ignorance / apathy had cheated him of, ooh, another five pence (max). I assert not that this is the approach of all booksellers but since in five years’ time the World’s only bookshop will be a warehouse staffed by exhausted dead-eyed polo-shirted slaves on six-hundred hours per week, I can’t expect knowledge going for’ard.

     

    What is it – that the Flemings are “real” and the “not Flemings” are…imaginary? Imagining Colonel Sun I can accept, but dreaming up High Time to Kill? Jee Harvey Christ; must lay off the Moldovan Wait Wayne. Such examples cause pause. Colonel Sun. High Time to Kill. Same “thing”, ostensibly. Wow. OK, the Flemings fluctuated, and the films “vary”, but as widely as that? A hell of a chasm right in one’s face. I do feel it in my face. It’s hurting my nose. Perhaps I shouldn’t turn it up so high.

     

    My purchase contained an insert from 1968 for “the Companion Book Club”, promising members a saving of 14/6 on Colonel Sun’s price (if reading in “American”, five trillion dollars). Further discounts were available upon introducing a friend (unlikely) to the cabal, who could claim a gift of a “Horrockses set” (not a clue), a Food Can Opener (canned food? For humans? Is that really a thing?) or the LP “It’s Easy to Remember” by George Shearing, even if it’s not easy to remember George Shearing. An insight into the persons at whom these books are aimed, or thrown. There’s a list of members – including Major R. G. H. Savory (mmm) – and mugshots that would now be silhouetted in a tabloid. N.J. Prentice of Drumadd, Co. Armagh, says he “enjoyed” the club’s choices, his photo betraying that N.J. Prentice of Drumadd, Co. Armagh’s concept of enjoyment is swallowing a whole Mars bar sideways whilst being told that his doggy is dead. A. Phillips of Pitlochry congratulates “a high standard of diverse yarns”, quaint, like his “face” and Mr T.B. Vadge (I’m not making this up) of Burton-upon-Trent (surely he’s suffered enough?) says “…your books are the envy of all”, but only because he introduced reading to Burton-upon-Trent but, considered a fad, it never caught on.

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    Helmut Schierer @ 2015-04-08
  8. The SPECTRE Teaser Trailer is Here!

    The wait is over – for now. Without further ado, here’s the first SPECTRE teaser trailer:

    International trailers in various languages can be found on the James Bond 007 Youtube page.

    Heiko Baumann @ 2015-03-27
  9. FIRST TEASER FOR “SPECTRE” COMING!

    It´s official – the first scenes of the next James Bond film will be revealed in a teaser on either Friday 27th or Saturday 28th, depending on your time zone.

    Check out the countdown on 007.com:  http://www.007.com

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    Stefan Rogall @ 2015-03-25
  10. The 007th Paragraph – Octopussy and The Living Daylights

    A literary mediation by Jacques Stewart

     

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    One has to pick the right moment to say goodbye.

     

    Also, the proper goodbye to say, be it to a beloved pet in a ditch-bound binbag, to a less-beloved relative going alongside it (bag one, get one free, too tempting to ignore), to one’s children scattering to University and to one’s money disappearing with them. Goodbye is not the hardest word to say; the hardest word to say is “specificity”. Goodbye is a hard thing to mean, if you misjudge what you inflict with it. At one end, it shorthands “Oblige Me By Fornicating Off and Dying in Pain, Immediately”, in the Goodbye, Mr Bond sense, the opposite of the oily dollop within Goodbye, Mr Chips (unless I’ve misunderstood both). Between, betwixt and around those gambol:-

     

    – the casual b’byes one uses with “friends” (whatever they are), with re-helloing imminent, although I tend to be in the Goodbye, Mr Bond bracket as articulated above;

     

    – ending a ‘phone call, although I tend to be in the Goodbye, Mr Bond bracket as articulated above;

     

    – the apology at the end of a relationship, having failed to worm one’s way out by all other means including “some” poison and “some” knives, although I tend to be blah blah blah…;

     

    – the celebratory goodbye as one watches a mighty Longship burn in the bay; and

     

    – the equally final type when you spot one of your sprogs aboard it, screaming and a-smoulder, increasingly combustible. Although I tend to be in the Goodbye, Mr Bond etc…

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    Helmut Schierer @ 2015-03-25
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