I've been a fan of the James Bond franchise ever since I can remember even while living in the Philippines as a little girl. There is just something of this spy character that you'd like to join him in his adventure assignments and makes you antipicate his next. It was a very exhilirating way to spend lunchtime today.
You might have guessed that I am in full agreement with this new blond Bond. While he doesn't replace Sean Connery (who can ever?), he does give him a run for his money as top gun, Walther PPK to be exact. George Lazenby got lost in his chin dimple, Roger Moore was better in "The Saint", and I cannot get over Timothy Dalton being in "Flash Gordon".
No, I didn't forget Pierce Brosnan. He just wasn't ready to take on the role while he was playing "Remington Steele" and I loved him in the show. He wasn't fine wine yet...aged to perfection. I joined the world in rabid excitement when he debuted as James Bond in "Goldeneye" and reprised the role three more times, but alas his number was retired much to our surprise -- and his!
Back to Mr. Craig...He was definitely prepared for his role as JB; his pectoral muscles were in full effect, but that's not why (ha!). He played a more complicated Bond seen in the brooding looks that told more than it kept hidden. He was also nicely rough around the edges, a trait befitting a very physical spy and lending him a hand to put his own stamp to the role.
Thank you to the designer Brioni for outfitting James Bond once again with a proper "dinner jacket". It was quite the scorcher moment when Mr. Craig was enrobed in his custom threads. Something about a well-dressed man makes for a gift you'd like to unwrap slowly.
You know I've been in martini heaven lately so watching him order and sip them was almost Seventh Heaven. I prefer mine shaken not stirred. It might "bruise" the vodka, but it sure ups the ante!
Special Disclaimer: No vodka was harmed before, during or after the post...okay, not right after.
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