Jen & I partook of Casino Royale this weekend. On the whole it was a good time, with a few complaints: 1) I know all James Bond movies have followed their own timelines & that Casino Royale was Ian Fleming's first Bond novel. However, setting up a post-cold-war prequel Bond flick is a bit confusing, especially when it was established eleven years ago in Goldeneye that Bond is the cold war veteran & Judi Dench's M is the newbie, and not the other way around. 2.) While true to the tone of the original books, (& in a class above the last three plotless Bond extravaganzas,) the movie just wasn't any fun. For fun James Bond films, see Live & Let Die, Goldeneye, & Diamonds are Forever. Of course, if you want to go for all out silliness, rent the original 1967 Casino Royale. 3.) Call me a male sexist whatever, but, as a matter of religion, Bond films are supposed to be awash with scantily clad women, not, I repeat, NOT with nude men. Someone needs a serious talking to about this.
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