by sam on 11/27/2006

One of the first things I did last week when I got home was insist on going to see Casino Royale.  I’ve always been a Bond fan, and, like the typical traditionalist, have always preferred the Connery films to all that came later.  One of my best friends from high school were both fanatics, and we would spend hours at the video store debating which film to watch (she was a Moore partisan).  She actually won the “who’s a bigger Bond freak” when she got her parents to name their sailboat “Moonraker”.

So, needless to say, Bond? very high on the list of things I needed to do immediately after returning to the States.  I went with my dad, because he’s semi-retired (meaning that he works, but pretty much on his own schedule), and I was on vacation, and it was the middle of the day on Monday (let me tell you that there’s nothing more indulgent than going to see a movie in the middle of what is normally a workday).  It did get a little awkward being there with my dad once or twice (I’m particularly thinking about the extended naked torture scene), but there’s only one word to describe it…AWESOME.  There’s a time and a place for the campiness of the old films, but those sorts of things just don’t work anymore.  They hit the reset button on the series, made it dark, gritty, sexy, and I swear, I spent half the film holding my breath and the other half swooning.

I’m definitely going to see it again before I leave.


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