So my wife had a work thing in a city 2 1/2 hours NE of RBI, and since she’s really not a morning person and would rather stick things in her eyes than get up before 9 and we had to leave for the city at 7:30, I was Mr. Chauffer.
I wasn’t part of anything associated with her work, so I pretty much had the day to kill, 3 hours of which I killed watching Casino Royal.
I like Bond movies. The action is good, the plots are decent, and I’m generally engaged in the movies and don’t find myself bored to tears (like I almost was in Night at the Museum (funny, but kind of boring in spots)).
I LOVED Casino Royal. Bond was, for the first time in recent memory, real. Unlike the Pierce Brosnan Bond, who was always impeccably dressed with nary a cut, scratch, bruise or injury, the Daniel James Bond was magnificent. He bled. He damn near died (enter Bond girl Vesper Lynd). He had scars on his face. In short, I think, the best bond of the last decade, if not since Roger Moore or Sean Connery. Oh, and the plot was pretty good too. =)
