And though this man is not a villain, nor a junk Bond character to be disposed of following a really silly pyrotechnical set piece, he looks exactly the same. Intermittently, I flick wide, frantic eyes to nearby friends, silently begging for a life ring as they discuss a random wedding in San Sebastian that none of them attended. He's careening between cyber security, and crypto, and the Green Party. I am locked into a conversation with a man who is not Boris Grishenko, but someone who looks a lot like him. I am in an unknown, blurry kitchen in Peckham on a swirling Saturday night. He is also achingly, exquisitely Nineties.Īnd as this turncoat smirks behind smudged circular glasses and a sparse wedged fringe, I'm not only on my sofa on a sad Sunday afternoon. He is responsible for the deaths of several innocent people at a Russian satellite facility. He is a duplicitous, self-serving hacker bawdily played by Alan Cumming. It also gives us a glory in Boris Grishenko. The 1995 James Bond classic is still a personal favourite – absurd, incendiary, and including what may well be the best of Sean Bean's many, many death scenes. The first: in front of my TV revisiting GoldenEye.
A Hawaiian shirted man talks coding and 'chicks' beneath cold strip lighting, and I, like Mary-Kate and Ashley, am in two places at once.
