Casino Royale: James Blonde 007
I tend to distrust sequels. I am especially suspicious of the pre-qual phenomenon ever since Jar-Jar made an appearance. There is one franchise that this absolutely does not apply to: the Bond series.
I get giddy like an English school girl when I hear that sexy british accent say, "Bond, James Bond." Frankly, the preview could just be a black screen, that phrase, and the release date and I'd write it in my calendar.
Needless to say, with my minimal standards for 007 previews, "Casino Royale" has gotten me excited all over.
Aside from all the James Blonde cracks (why does it matter if Bond is blonde?) and obligatory opinions about how Connery was the best Bond, so-and-so was the worst, most of the buzz about this movie has been good. Both MetaCritic and Rotten Tomatoes give it good ratings. And, lets be honest here, who can resist the lure of Bond, his women, and his cars? Really.
