James Bond 007 is the most useless secret agent in the world.
In his third cinematic outing, Bond does very little spying – he saves the day by being repeatedly knocked out and conveyed by the villains to a new location, where they tell him a bit more of their plans. And he doesn't even manage to disarm the bomb at the end: that job is left to an unnamed scientist.
Nevertheless, we love Goldfinger – it's the quintessential Bond film. When Bond's about to get sliced in half, you could cut the tension in the air with… well, with a laser beam. And who could forget the brilliantly-named Pussy Galore? They don't make them like this anymore.