For several nights in July, the thrilling, testosterone-laden notes of the James Bond theme music filled our family room, as my husband and I and whichever of our boys (twelve, sixteen, and eighteen) happened to be around took in “The Bond Marathon” on Encore. It was the cinematic equivalent of a good beach read, and I enjoyed escaping with my guys into the glamour, adventure, and criminal chicanery of Dr. No, From Russia with Love, and ...
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