When the gypsy catfight turns into a fiery western gun battle, (complete with flaming arrows,) and ends with James Bond bedding both the gypsy women, I was almost going to bail on From Russia With Love.
I’m glad I didn’t.
The second James Bond film fills almost all of the template that would endure for decades, though much of it was already there in Dr. No, the very first outing for 007. In this movie we get a briefcase with all sorts of gadgets in in it, we get some henchmen for the evil genius villain, credits projected onto scantily-clad dancing women, and a pre-credit sequence. This is a complete Bond package.
But, oh, how silly the movie gets, and how fast it gets there.