'No, Mr Bond, I expect you to … DANCE!': why a 007 musical is a terrible ideaThe tension is palpable. James Bond finds himself strapped to a bench in the depths of Goldfinger's lair, a laser beam edging towards his body. Death seems inevitable. "Do you expect me to talk?" Bond asks. Goldfinger looks back, dismissively. "No, Mr Bond," he replies. "I expect you to … DANCE!"With that, a mirrorball plops into view. B…
