The Hotel of Ice! is real, actually. Which doesn't make it any less cartoonish.

The first Bond I saw was Moonraker, in the theater. I couldn't figure out why I was supposed to like Bond films from that example. Nothing I've seen since has changed that, except for most of Goldeneye and a few (but not all) of the Conneries.

I wish Sean Bean hadn't been in Goldeneye, because he really should have been Bond. Of course, I still think he should also have been Aragorn (nothing against Viggo, who is a cool person and fun actor, but Bean is the Aragorn and Bond in my head).

Sean Bean was excellent in Goldeneye, but I also loved many other things about that movie (the Russian gangster, the love interest, and especially Alan Cumming as the twitchy techie Boris).

When I first heard the casting for LotR, I was surprised to hear that Bean was playing Boromir and not Aragorn (the animated LotR had left me with the image of Boromir-as-hulking-Viking in my head, and Bean is too small to be hulking), but he was so damn good in the role that I changed my mind after seeing FotR for the first time.

Though I think Live and Let Die was the first Bond movie I saw, actually. In the theater.

Hey, me too. I knew Moore from THE SAINT on TV so I recoginzed him immediately.

My strongest recollection is of the 7-Up guy in witch doctor getup laughing on the cowcatcher of a moving train.

That, the guy with the hook-hand coming after Bond on the same train, and Yaphet Kotto blowing up real good were what made an impression on me.

The university had a Bond Weekend during my freshman year. So my first Bond was "just about all of them through Moonraker."

Mmmmm...Errol Flynn....

Saw Alexander's Ragtime Band over the weekend. The good: Alice Faye and Ethel Merman spend half the movie singing songs written by Irving Berlin. The bad: The so-called plot, which was actually painful.

I'm considerably older than P-C, and the first Bond film I saw in the theatre was Goldeneye. None of them before that interested me in the slightest, and truthfully, that one didn't particularly either. It wasn't bad, as silly actioners go, but calling it good is only in reaction to the crapulence of its brother films.

There are several Bond films of which I have hazy, TV-edited memories that are probably best left unexamined. Like, Sean Connery putting on eyeliner and being able to pass for Japanese? Let's not go there.

Can't remember, but Burritos and Bond was quite a tradition in our house for a while.

Like, Sean Connery putting on eyeliner and being able to pass for Japanese? Let's not go there.

YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE. Great theme song, though.

Pretty good weekend for movies at my house. The best was The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, a fantastic (natch) and risque (natch) Preston Sturges comedy that puts the screws to the perception of the 40s as a more innocent time. Pretty damn good was the documentary Wordplay, which was reminiscent of Spellbound, but with entertaining interludes by such people of stature as Jon Stewart and President Clinton. Not so great was The Notorious Bettie Page (starring Gretchen Mol's rack), which was well-acted, but had the dumbed-down script of your average biopic, in which everyone always says exactly what's on their minds and all the scenes have a certain just-so-ness to them that is nothing like real life and everything like bad fiction.

Apparently they're turning Thank You for Smoking into a television series.

It was funny. Not that funny. Anybody really believe Katie Holmes could ever be described as the "reporter with the amazing tits?"(Although perhaps as a C-cup I'm not making allowances for the 'more than a mouthful is wasted' crowd out there.)