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I’ve always been a huge fan of James Bond. The campy, over the top suave secret agent was the epitome of coolness from the time I was old enough to watch Sean Connery’s black and white firsts. The one liners, the tuxedos, and the martinis (shaken not stirred) all made 007 one of the coolest secret agents in film, and for 20 films he more or less remained the same slick secret agent, slowly but surely growing more and more stagnant with the years.