Imagine an alternate timeline. What if Ratoff had partnered with a young Cubby Broccoli in 1955? What if he’d held on just six more years? He could have been a co-father of the most successful film franchise in history.
He was also a notorious wheeler-dealer. Ratoff didn’t just make movies; he hunted for properties. And in 1954, he went hunting for the most dangerous game of all: Ian Fleming’s nascent spy novels.
Instead, Gregory Ratoff is a footnote. A brilliant, blustering, forgotten fixer who held 007’s golden gun for a moment—and then watched it slip through his fingers.
The Forgotten Fixer: How Gregory Ratoff Won (Then Lost) the First James Bond Film Rights
In the mid-1950s, Ian Fleming was not a brand. He was a former naval intelligence officer and a Sunday Times columnist writing thrillers for a niche audience. His first Bond novel, Casino Royale (1953), sold respectably, not spectacularly.
Enter Gregory Ratoff. He saw something others missed: the cinematic potential of a cold, ruthless hero in a Savile Row suit.