Most people agree that Skyfall was one of the all-time best James Bond movies, but critics who’ve seen all the Bond films still tend to keep Goldfinger at the top of their list. How can a movie with an extended golfing sequence and a portly fake-tanned German villain top Sam Mendes’s sleek, stylish origin film? Three words: Sean fucking Connery. Also, the slow unveiling of a devious plot that sounds so crazy it just might work. Also: Oddjob’s razor-brimmed hat. And finally: Pussy Galore! Goldfinger may not have Javier Bardem, but it’s overflowing with old-school style. (Grand Illusion, 1403 NE 50th St,, 6:45 and 9 pm, $8)