There was this guy on the radio the other day that said that he didn't like Timothy Dalton's portrayal of James Bond. He thought that he he took it far to seriously. That he was trying to make him too much like a Shakespearean character.
I disagree. I thought that he was a very good 007. I only wish that he had the chance to make more. The problem is that everyone said he was going to be the next Sean Connery. There can be only one.
Couldn't the Double-Ohs and the SAS just have had a football match?
A-ha. I really miss the Eighties. Too much.
Cello: sexy or inelegant? Discuss.
Bond is an assassin. That's part of the job description. I said ass twice, that's part of my job.
Rosika Miklos; sexiest Bond woman ever? Could be. I'm just saying.
I like the new Moneypenny but she is no Lois Maxwell.
Bond is smoking again.
Milk bomb!
"Why didn't you learn the violin?" Or the flute for that matter? Triangle?
Smooth jazz. Straight blowing.
Can I get a GPS with Mayam d'Abo's voice? That would be cool.
I'm glad that the Aston Martin is back but the laser scythe gag doesn't age well.
As for the cello case as sled I kind of liked it. It was a bit of fun without going too overboard. That's something that was missing from Licence to Kill but I'll get to that another time.
Pigeons!
Jonathan Rhys Davis is no Jonathan Rhys Meyers if you know what I mean. If you do please tell me. I have no clue.
Oh, Vienna.
Eighties fashion leaves a lot to be desired.
Banana hammock alert!
Oh my gourd! As I'm writing this Absolute Radio is playing "The Living Daylights." Leona Graham I love you!
Roller coaster!
Tilt-a-Hurl!
"Take me on the wheel." If you insist. Sorry.
It is balloon! You've been waiting on that one since Octopussy.
I see that Dalton like Roger Moore before him wears double vented jackets. I thought those were for large bottomed gentlemen. Fashion tip there.
I remember Eighties panties. I didn't have any firsthand experience with them, but I do remember them.
Does everyone around here do the laundry on the same day?
Never trust women in convertibles; that's my motto.
Felix Leiter, as I live and breathe! It's been far too long. This time he's being played by John Terry and thankfully not the Chelsea footballer/alleged borderline racist. No, it's the one who went on to play Christian Shephard on Lost.
Cellists fiddle between their legs. Sorry.
To Chlorohydrate!
When you see more than one of the same person always shoot the one in the middle. That's a tip for all you would be spies out there.
Then there was a bit where nothing happened. That was a problem in the Dalton era. The films were a tad over long.
It's a good thing that they let that other dude escape with them.
At least the physical baddie wasn't a super strong guy, just a big dude. Kind of like Red Grant in From Russia with Love.
You think that me held on to 007's Doc Marten all the way too the ground?
The bomb is always in the last bag you look in.
A bridge too far?
Bingo fuel!
It was nice to see John Barry appearing in the last Bond film he composed.
I really liked this film. I'm sorry if that offends anyone. I'm also one of those who likes On Her Majesty's Secret Service.
James Bond will return despite all your protests.
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