I have a story about this film.
In 1964 (I was 17), I won two seats for the Goldfinger premiere in Paris. It was a kind of competition where you have to prove what a James Bond connoisseur you were. I went there with my girl friend, quite proud to show her Sean Connery, who was attending the event. He sat at the balcony, first row. We were down below in the firsts ranks, quite in his sight.
At a time in the film, Goldfinger has Bond duly tied on a table with a circular saw (after checking: a laser beam) getting closer and closer, about to deprive him of his manhood. The whole audience held its breath in dead silence. Except my date who let out a very loud mix of shriek and giggle!
I left the theater persuaded that Sean Connery would never forgive me for this.