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.

Casper is watching My Neighbor Totoro for the 4th time since noon yesterday. I'm counting this a successful gift!

Anyone seen Charlotte's Web? It got good reviews. And when I see the previews I'm all "Oh, it's Babe starring in Charlotte's Web!"

I think expecting that kind of coherence in a Bond movie is like... expecting coherence in a Bond movie.

True, but the first time I saw CR, I came away thinking "Wow, that was remarkably coherent and grounded for a Bond movie." And on rewatch...nsm. It just moves fast enough that you think you're following their insane troll logic.

"Oh, it's Babe starring in Charlotte's Web!"

Pretty much, but it was sweet and I laughed outloud a couple of times. Plus, the farmer is a guy I loved in the doomed Boomtown series and Steve Buscemi as Templeton is inspired casting.

I, of course, cried...but so did Fela.

It just moves fast enough that you think you're following their insane troll logic.

This explains my love for Casino Royale perfectly. There was a bunch of chair bouncing and gleeful golf clapping and then, on reflection a lot of heeeeyyy....waiddaminit.....

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.

What about it seems more far-fetched? I'm curious, because I get overwhelmed with directorial OMGWTFANGER at the insubordination, but I also think the continuation of the older man-brilliant younger man-difficult woman triangle was lovely (and how much do I love that it ties into Shakespeare's real life? So much), and the showing of the director vs. actor war (as compared to Ellen defending her director in S1).

I am looking forward to S3 so much - I've tried not to get too spoiled, but IMDB is verra tempting. I know the beginning of the A & B plots, I'm just trying not to read the episode synopses.

I am looking forward to S3 so much - I've tried not to get too spoiled, but IMDB is verra tempting.

I'm not even going near IMDB. I am just spoiled enough to know that the Richard plot involves him being emotionally dom'd and victimized all over again in his peculiarly Ricardian manner, and who the dom is, but nothing else. I've even managed to make myself forget which play they're doing.

In actual movie-related news, more or less, it should be noted that, out of sheer tremendous love, Hec actually submitted a few nights ago to watching Jim Carrey in How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He lasted a little over an hour before bailing with cries of pain and outrage; it was, as exactly everyone on the planet who isn't a 10-year-old boy could have predicted, just as awful as you'd expect and more. I saw seven minutes and had to cloister myself in the front bedroom so as not to punch the TV. Emmett was completely happy with it -- he kept saying joyfully, "That's so Jim Carrey! That's classic Jim Carrey!" Ach.

Emmett was completely happy with it -- he kept saying joyfully, "That's so Jim Carrey! That's classic Jim Carrey!" Ach.

I never thought I'd say this, but, in the words of Hank Hill, that boy ain't right.