Any truth to the rumor this one will be called “Iceberg Lettuce” ?
I can’t figure out why they picked an ugly little man who looks like Vladimir Putin to play James Bond. Not that it matters, I haven’t bothered to watch a Bond movie in years.
I have to give a 2 thumbs in yur eye award to the latest James Bond for getting the living begeesus beat out of him and always coming thru at the end. wow.
The last two were more like batman movies than James Bond. Just a bunch of fist fights, seriously lacking on the fancy new gadgets and not very much plot.
I thought the plan was to “reinvent” the franchise by making movies faithful to Flemings stories in the order they were published. Am I mistaken?
Geez, haven’t they run out of clever titles yet?
Vesper Lynd: [introducing herself to Bond] I'm the money.
James Bond: Every penny of it. James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.
Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.
James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but by the way you ignored the quip about your parents... I'm going to have to go with "orphan."
Vesper Lynd: All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since you’re first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are. [he smiles but says nothing]
Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. [Glances at his wrist] Vesper Lynd: Rolex?
James Bond: Omega. Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard...
James Bond: No, of course not. Vesper Lynd: But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money - and off your perfectly-formed arse.
James Bond: You noticed?
Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?
James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes.
Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd.
Vesper Lynd: [introducing herself to Bond] I'm the money.
James Bond: Every penny of it.
I return to the Bond franchise when Hollywood actors and studio execs sign on board to support REAL cloak and dagger actions by our government instead of crying “warcrime” at every turn.
Can’t have it both ways. Either they are celebrating imperialism and hegemony and torture or they are nothing but paid whores who serve the ends of Islamic imperialism.
Vote “no” on ‘brooding Bonds’.