I mainly grew up without a TV. My mother was convinced that books would tell better stories and nature would provide better pictures. Fortunately she had a soft spot for Sean Connery and therefore she made an exception for James Bond films.
I was probably sitting in front of the 007 movie with my mouth open all the time. The villains had white cats, golden pistols and glittering steel braces. Fights and chases took place on the water of Venice, the pyramids of El Giza or the Golden Gate Bridge – and then, (many many) years later, in a superb place that I know very well and now represents a new Hollywood Summit.