Yeah, I decided that letting my tongue loll out at Daniel Craig was better than letting my brain go 'splodey from the non-sense making plotholes. Not to be mistaken for potholes, which is what it felt like everytime my commonsense tripped over the plotholes. Where's the spackle? I need to fix this.

I found it very plot-what-plot? on the whole, which was fine for me, because Daniel Craig was just ridiculously gorgeous to look at.

Not that I didn't still really enjoy it, mind. Any movie where Daniel Craig walks mostly naked out of an ocean TWICE can have as many plotholes as it likes.

Amen. (Saw it today.)

Also, as I Have A Type, Vesper didn't annoy me at all. I kind of wanted to just curl up and nibble her, I think.

One thing that amused me was seeing Paul Haggis's name on the credits. Based on that and due South, I've determined that he has some weird finger sucking fetish.

Although, IMO, it's way hotter when it's Paul Gross doing it.

Vesper was ridiculously gorgeous.

Speaking of Paul Gross, fay and I watched seasons two and three of Slings and Arrows yesterday (or some version of yesterday) and have determined that he is just ridiculously pretty omg. Also, the BBC has it right, because they are running a due South marathon this Saturday (!!). PG does the tongue thing in every. single. role. And it never fails to make me wibble and die.

Someone said that CR had more naked manflesh than any previous Bond, and possibly all the Bonds rolled up together; conversely, it was the one with the least naked womanflesh. Interesting.

I dunno, I think expecting that kind of coherence in a Bond movie is like... expecting coherence in a Bond movie. They work on dream-logic. I'm impressed if they can get from A to B to C in a way that I can follow while I'm watching; making logical sense after the fact is way beyond my expectations.

This is the franchise that gave us, "I know, I'll kill her by painting her gold!"

Christmas Eve I watched Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. I found it funny and not cringe worthy like I thought it was going to be. The best part was probably the discussion about praying to Baby Jesus.

We couldn't get past the crepes. I had to shut it off. The scenes could have been funnier if they were shorter. I don't think the film was self-aware enough to count as satire.

ION, Mother fuckin' snakes on a mother fuckin' plane are going into my mother fuckin' queue. Since we didn't get the the theatre to see them.

I so want to see Snakes on a Plane. Could be our New Year's Eve movie, in fact.

I sort of noticed the plot holes in Casino Royale (when I wasn't lusting in my heart and drooling in my popcorn), but as Strega points out, compared to other Bond films, it was surprisingly coherent. To me, at least.

I can handwave many things for pretty, pretty men. Especially wounded ones. I am astounded you weren't impressed with the finger thing, though, Plei. I adored that scene. Then again, I've never watched Due South.

Any Bond movie that doesn't ask me to believe in a man with metal teeth being able to overpower a van or in Denise Richards being a nuclear physicist is a step up, IMHO.

This is the franchise that gave us, "I know, I'll kill her by painting her gold!"

To be fair, it would actually be an effective (if not particularly efficient) way of killing someone.

My feelings on Vesper are much the same as Plei's. My feelings on the plot holes are much the same as... everybody's. They bugged me, but I still liked the flick. My feelings on men with metal teeth overpowering vans is that the X-Men are real in bond movies, and clearly Jaws is a mutant.

I'm only halfway through S2 of Slings and Arrows. Back in love with it, although it seems more...far-fetched than season 1. I do love the whole idea of the boxes of notes, and that tension, as a beautiful manifesting of the whole idea of the baggage that a play comes with, outside of itself.