“It is loaded with thrills and spies and everything nice. By and by it gets so furious that the spectator must laugh, neither with nor at Connery, but in order to keep from jumping from his seat and racing to the concession stand, at least, for relief…[A]lso filled with beautiful changes of ever-beautiful scenery and the action begins from the start of the gun and rages through to the perfect ending.”

“Old Double-Oh Seven is slipping — or, rather, his script writers are. They are involving him more, and more with gadgets and less and less with girls. This is tediously apparent in ‘Goldfinger,’…an excess of-science-fiction fun, a mess of mechanical melodrama and a minimum of bedroom farce.”