|BlogalongaBond: Licence to Kill (1989)|
|Written by Ivan Radford|
|Monday, 30 April 2012 16:02|
There's nothing like a secret agent going rogue. Actually, there's nothing like a secret who doesn't: they literally don't exist.
Moles, insiders, traitors, saboteurs, mavericks, heroes, wrongly-accused people - from Harry Palmer and Jason Bourne to Veronica Salt and Ethan Hunt, going rogue is in every secret agent's job description. It's actually expected by your employers. If you don't go rogue at least once in your career, you get bumped off. Probably by another rogue agent.
And that's why I, like many others, love Licence to Kill. It's the nasty Bond film. The one where 007 shows just how much of a bastard he really is (well, that and Benicio Del Toro saying the word "honeymoon").
Dalton, already the steely-eyed murderer of Fleming's novels, is even more cold and ruthless than normal. Going on the rampage to avenge Felix Leiter (brother from Langley)'s death, he practically puts up a sign saying "Roger Moore's eyebrows are not welcome here". Then kills anyone who doesn't bother to read it.
But while John Glen delights in the everyday ambitions of Robert Davi's drug dealing villain Sanchez, and we enjoy the 15-rated blood splattering of THAT pressure chamber death scene (cf. the industrial microwave in Kick-Ass), this is hardly the first time 007 has gone rogue. Pursuing Blofeld, getting Goldfinger, he spends a lot of time disobeying M and chasing his own agenda - he's MI6's Quincy, the government's McNulty, Her Majesty's House. The Columbo of the secret service.
By the time the 1989 outing comes along, he's already a bit of an expert.
So, if you're a patriotic spy and you're concerned about your career progression, take a few tips from the best with this informative pamphlet that came free with my DVD...
The Secret Agent's Guide to Going Rogue
Go on a personal vendetta
Everyone loves a personal vendetta. Bond loves them more than most:
Of course, your personal vendetta could be about anything. A bad parking job by a valet. A corked bottle of Bollinger. Engelbert Humperdink being picked to represent the UK in the Eurovision song contest. But it works best if your personal vendetta is revenge. Preferably revenge for someone's death. Just make sure that people don't forget who you're avenging and why. Drop it casually into any conversation you can: "They have a law against that." "Do they have a law against what they did TO FELIX LEITER?" Something like that.
Once you've picked a thing worth avenging and shouted at your boss about it, resign: it's the only thing that makes people realise you're serious. Of course, they'll make the usual jokes about country clubs and ask you to hand over your weapon. Just take the weapon anyway. As if they're going to stop you. You're on a personal vendetta, after all.
No smiling. That's important. No one smiles during personal vendettas. There's plenty of time for smiling after you've found your man and killed him in the most horrible, painful way possible. Oh alright, you can smile during that part if you want. Otherwise, be sure to glare at everyone. And snap at everything they say. Basically, pretend it's your period. For a whole month.
Have no friends
Everyone always wants to help. All your friends, they want to be helpful and support your little personal vendetta. "It's just a phase," they'll say. "A vendetta halved is a vendetta solved." But screw them. This isn't a Morrison's advert. If everyone pulls together and helps out, it's not a personal vendetta any more, is it?
Go it alone. Hell, threaten to shoot your sidekicks if you have to. And if a random work colleague tries to call you "pal", throw it back in their face right before you kill them. Practise saying things like "You earned it, OLD BUDDY" just in case. Your vendetta sounds way cooler that way. And more personal, too.
Threaten to shoot women
Bitches don't be interfering with my vendetta, yo. This shit's personal.