Mark Simpson straps Mr Bond into a rim-chair and aims a knotted rope at his nuts ‘I’d rather stay in a morgue!’ So sniffs Daniel Craig in the latest Bond vehicle Quantum of Solace when presented with less than salubrious accommodation in La Paz, Bolivia. Instead of checking in, he sweeps off to a flash five …
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Bashing Bond’s Blond Bollocks
I finally saw the new Bond film starring the new Bond Daniel Craig last night (my OUT essay was written sight unseen — winging it entirely by the seat of Craig’s pants). The new Bond delivered. Some (swooningly subjective) observations: Bond is now the ‘Bond Girl’ of the opening credits. It’s his silhouette we see …