There was the henchman/technician who was pushed into a pool of Liquid Nitrogen in The Man With the Golden Gun. Not pleasant.
Aw, I was going to mention that one!
I was going to mention this one too. including the bit about him not dying. Oh, well. I’m always late to these things.
Nitpick: James Bond does not have a “license to kill”; moreover there were few deaths in this 1984 made-for-TV movie outside of a high school graduate hit by a car. His licence to kill was revoked in the movie of the same name.[/annoying nitpick]
I always found Auric Goldfinger’s death rather disturbing, because you had this rather corpulent man being sucked out of a 10-inch window of an airplane. Made me very afraid of flying as a kid – I figured it’d only take a tiny hole to pull me out.
That was Drax. Strangways was the guy killed by the three “blind” men at the beginning of Doctor No.
In “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service”, a British agent working with Bond gets thrown down a bobsled run. I always thought that a pretty ugly way to go.
The helicopter pilot (Corinne Dufour) in Moonraker, chased and, presumably, ripped apart by dogs.
For some reason the scene in License to Kill where the guy’s head explodes in the compression chamber grossed me out the most out of all the grisly deaths in the Bond movies.
I wouldn’t say that was the most gruesome, but more along the lines of the most comical. At least, the mose unlikely.
In the most recent Bond flick, the nasty Korean henchman (the one with, unbelievably, the diamonds stuck in his face) gets sliced, diced and shredded by a falling ice chandelier. Nasty.
Oops. And here I am in the US. Why do I so strongly remember it with the ‘c’ spelling? Is it that way in the credits, too? Maybe I’ll have to rent it now.
That’s what I get for trying to go from memory. :smack:
One more:
• In The Spy Who Loved Me, Stromberg sends someone (Kalba?) into that shark tank, where it appears as though the shark goes straight for his groin. Yikes.
I don’t know… when they found her victim’s body the next morning he didn’t look like he’d suffered that much.
I couldn’t really complain about a painful death, even if it was only after I’d had the opportunity to reasonably believe I was about to have sex with Famke Janssen. Just being able to think “Dude! I’m gonna get laid! By Famke Janssen!”.
Erm. Ahem. Uh, look over there.