Goldfingers is tucked away on a grungy Hollywood corner, but its interior shines like freshly polished metal. It's a shotgun space glamorously swathed in gold from the upholstered walls to the lamé curtains. The crowd consists of anachronistically roguish and handsome Bond wannabes and sinewy, sexy Emma Peels, who pose seductively and converse around a white baby grand on the spotlit stage.