Viva La Statham
Please, Penélope, use protection. Bond looks as though he’s a repository for every sexually-communicable disease out there.
“The name’s Mendes… Indecisive Mendes.”
Glasses. They’re weird, aren’t they? Bits of plastic or glass slapped over your stupid face that either serve a purpose by bending light in the exact way that your warped and pathetic eyeballs fail to do, or they serve no purpose other than to obscure your epidermis. Why would anyone bother compiling a list of glasses? Because we’re Best For Film AND THAT’S HOW WE ROLL.
Calm down dears, it’s not for jumping out of a plane at the Olympics
The latest news on the next James Bond movie is that there will be some news at some point.
Sam Mendes has decided to live and let go of Bond
Come, come Mr. Bond, the grosses simply weren’t big enough for your Martini demands.
Barbra Streisand is to sing at the Oscars, adding to performances by Adele and appearances by (possibly) all six Bond actors.
Two monumental men./Ocean’s