Please, Penélope, use protection. Bond looks as though he’s a repository for every sexually-communicable disease out there.
Beloved James Bond creator gets his OWN story told.
Come come Mr. Bond! you take as much pleasure in cutting as I do.
Clint Eastwood is a man whose name you should know. Even if he occasionally has no name. He is a bona fide, genuine legend of the big screen. And he has 12 different Wikipedia pages. Trouble with the Curve, released on Friday, resurrects Eastwood’s now traditional persona of grizzly-pensioner-with-hidden-depths in his first acting role in a film he hasn’t directed since 1993. Growl.
Winner of Esquire Magazine’s coveted Best Dressed Male award in 2006 and achieving 7th in Elle Magazine’s 15 Sexiest Men poll in 2007, Daniel Craig is known for little else. What’s that? James Bond you say? Never heard of it.
Probably the best Bond of the new era, Skyfall is an assured and at times jaw-droppingly beautiful action film. Veering slightly more towards the ludicrous excesses of the Bond of old, Skyfall simultaneously maintains the grittier, more modern style, making it an anniversary throwback and a distinctly modern Bond film all at once. Obsessed with the spectre of death and being replaced, Skyfall doesn’t actually have a great deal to say on those topics, but it does have a memorable baddie (finally!) – and if the climax is disappointing, it’s only in comparison to the mastery of the rest of it.
Come now, Mr. Bond, stop arsing around with the Queen, and let’s get back to business, shall we?
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