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"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Friday, January 26, 2007
The essence of the Bond films was action with a sexy hero, all very tongue in cheek. Through all the avatars of Bond himself, the basic formula was adhered to, and there was never any suggesion that this was some kind of social realism.
Now here we have Serious Bond. No humour - and alas, the new Bond has all the sexual allure of a rather dour haddock. (Nice bod though - there is a nude torture scene.)
So what are we left with? Good stuntwork (as in dozens of other films), the rather hokey plot, the Girl, whose aloof charms don`t strike any visible sparks from our hero (possibly because it`s hard to strike sparks from wood) - oh yes, and Judi Dench, whose presence constantly reminds the rest of the cast that they would benefit from acting lessons.
Whither Bond Now?
Probably right down the toilet.
I'm with you, where on earth can they go now?