Bond. James Bond.
Lemme just say. The “new”…I mean, “young”…James Bond is H-A-W-T. A couple of good friends from work took one for the team and went with me to see Casino Royale even though they had already seen it once.
Yeah. Big sacrifice.
A couple of things though. I know Bond is Bond, and you can’t really screw that up. But this was supposed to be a prequel. James Bond, wet behind the ears, reckless, arrogant. And, most notably, YOUNGER than the other Bonds. This guy did not look younger. If anything, he looked older than Pierce Brosnan. I’m just sayin’.
Also, what’s with the timeline and technological inconsistencies? M talked about being in a post-9/11 world, there were cell phones ringing all over the place…that really irks me. If you’re going to make a prequel, be consistent. James Bond can still be a bad-ass without all the new-age cool toys. He can have cool toys from the old school.
Not only that, he only drove one hot car. Well, two, but one didn’t really count. The first car they had him drive was a - get this - FORD. Found On Road Dead. Now, I love me some Ford diesel trucks. But this was a Focus (or maybe a 500, I don’t know, they all look alike) for crying out loud. James Bond has no business driving a Ford.
Other than that, the movie smoked. The guy in the beginning chase scene did all his own stunts. Oh. Man. That guy is AWESOME. I would go again just to see him.
Going to Chincoteague this weekend with ma doodies. w00t!