ABSTRACT
In expert and dashing form, James Bond spins into a karate-chopping act of masterful elimination of his always under-prepared, yet seemingly deadly opponent. The high degree of satisfaction delivered to the viewer by such a scene attests to the ability of lean, impeccably dressed heroes to demonstrate the enduring appeal of the conquest of evil. Although shrouded in selective secrecy – somehow their identities are always known to the viewer and a smattering of others in the intrigue – these protagonists were, and continue to be the incarnation of the ultimate model of the spy as a ‘clandestine agency that requires a body’.1 More than this, however, that body requires a place.
