I'm no James Bond braniac, but having spent many a marathon weekend watching the Bondathons on Spike TV with my daddy, I feel qualified enough to blog about Bond.
When they announced that Daniel Craig would be the sixth James Bond, I googled him and hung my head in disappointment. If they were going to select someone other than Clive Owen, I expected him to at least look the part. Bond can't be blond! (See, this is the first place where I was wrong. After all, the actor playing Bond can't merely look the part...otherwise they could have easily chosen not-quite blond Jude Law to play Bond. And I'm pretty sure that he would curl into the fetal position when shot at, and that would have been a REAL disaster.)
Yet again, I was foiled by that one old adage about not judging a film by the celebrity playing the main role. Or something like that.
Casino Royale, as it turns out, was brilliant. Even the opening credits were fantastic. I found myself wishing that I was the one who created that piece of visual genius. But, most importantly, Daniel Craig shows the ability to outshine good ol' Sean for best Bond. (It really would be unfair to surrender that title after one film. One film does not the best Bond make. Anyone else remember the train wrecks that followed Goldeneye? Anyone, anyone?)
A few fine points (and no true spoilers):
- Daniel Craig is actually very attractive. The acquired taste kind. The kind I like to think I am. So maybe I should be more accommodating to initially-moderately-attractive people, since (I think) I fall into that category.
Bonus: He has a smokin' body. (Something I don't have.)
- Although he's British, and the British have a strange obsession with uncomfortably near-absent swimwear for men, the Blond Bond does NOT wear a Speedo. Instead, the following image is seared into my memory (which I don't mind):
Bonus: It's nice to see Bond poking fun at the token dripping wet, bikini-clad woman that emerges from the nearest body of water in any given Bond film.
- The Aston Martins are beautiful. More beautiful, I'd venture to say, than the Bond girls. Don't worry boys, I don't think you'll be disappointed by either of Bond's beauties.
Bonus: A Bond girl with a brain. Something I've been begging for for years.
- Thus far, this film is the only way I've learned anything about poker. All previous attempts were thwarted by some boy offering to teach me, but only if I played strip poker. (Ha. Ha. Ha.)
- In this film, Bond is not a womanizing man whore. At least, not really. In his most intimate moments, I didn't find myself wondering how many STDs he's contracted by now. (Don't even try to deny it's crossed your mind a time or two.)
- Lastly, the hottest moment for me:
My apologies, Daniel Craig. I was very, very wrong about you. You can come sit with me in a shower anytime. Clothed, of course.
So much for lucky sevens. From now on, I think I'll stick with sixes.
Post Script: I still maintain that Ursula Andress (Honey Ryder in Dr. No...you know, the first Bond girl from the first Bond film) is the hottest Bond girl to date. Don't even try to fight me. You know I'm right.
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