Movies always seem to get it wrong. In Ian Fleming's original novels about everyone's favorite numerically nomenclatured spy, Bond had a taste for cars from Crewe instead of Aston Martins. If Fleming's Bond were still fighting the Cold War, facing supervillains bent on global destruction, and ordering aerated cocktails, there is a good chance Bentley would still be his motor of choice. Why? Because Bond isn't just a singleminded killing machine. He's a thinking man, a ladies' man, and a gentleman. He's not just a bit of everything -- he's all of everything.
The Bentley Continental GTC is a kindred spirit of her majesty's diplomatic fail-safe. Like any double-O, the Bentley is not about excelling at a single task, but accomplishing everything thrown at it with style, grace, and dead-on effectiveness.