The third in a series of 27 fantasy adventure films so far -- and the best. Amoral, carnal, cruel, ridiculous, gritty, dreamlike. James Bond is an enigma -- he presents as a suave, macho, priapic superman -- who works as a spy, apparently for the adrenaline rush and the . . . . Pussy Galore, his superwoman match in this outing, is a hard-headed martial arts expert and pilot, who commands a squadron of lovelies in her flying circus. Goldfinger is the arch villain of arch villains: fat, elegant, rich, vaguely nazi. Full of hi-tech gadgets, car chases, exotic fight scenes and iconic cinematic deaths. And wit. It is an adult comic book: imagine a tv Batman episode but without the silly costumes, and played realistically, with a pg-13 sex scene every 15 minutes . . .