Naïve Old Fart

How come '007' wasn't reallocated in Skyfall, when they thought he was dead? They cleared out and sold his flat, after all ... 

Has anyone noticed that, in order to get his hands on the Ten Commandments, Jones breaks most of them?

Has anyone noticed that, in order to get his hands on the Ten Commandments, Jones breaks most of them?

As if the concept of a "female Bond" was anything new. 
Anya Amasova, the agent in Licence To Kill whose name I can't remember, Wai Lin, Jynx, etc.
 
But 20th century feminazism has killed other fun things, so why not James Bond?
After it inevitably fails, and sexism is properly blamed, maybe we can reboot James Bond, too. Maybe with proper composers again.

More like 7.2 million.
 
Karol

Has anyone noticed that, in order to get his hands on the Ten Commandments, Jones breaks most of them?

Weird how Craig’s Bond only became a double-0 agent in Casino Royale and he’s already resigned twice!

He's a sexist, misogynist dinosaur, a relic of the cold war.

There has already been a female 00.
If Bond is retired, it's entirely possible that the number 007 could pass to a woman.
BTW, how many times has bond been killed/retired/resigned?
YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE - "killed"
ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE - resigns, and retires
LICENCE TO KILL - enforced resignation
DIE ANOTHER DAY - left for dead
CASINO ROYALE - resigned
SKYFALL - missing, presumed dead
SPECTRE - resigned
It's all getting a bit old.

I was thinking the same thing when I read your post. The whole thing seems so...non-committal.
 
 
 
 
 
Just the one? 

Well, your holiday's screwed, isn't it, Inky. No Meridian system? Bummer! 

Yes, probably nostalgia ... When I was young, my mother used to have this one ... 
 

The whole of SpaceCamp

Le ass smarte.

Le ass smarte.

Has anyone noticed how Disney...ahem (cough) I  mean Daisy Ridley, is slowly morphing I to Keira Knghtley?

Well, I just thought it was terrifically entertaining. For a long film that barely has any moments of action and really takes its time with the dialogue, it felt like a breeze to sit through. This is particularly impressive to me, because I genuinely hate having to commit to 3hr movies these days, especially when I haven't even pressed the play button till almost 9:30pm. So it must a a bloody good film if I wasn't struggling to stay awake during its final hour.
 
I think they should adapt this pressure cooker farce into a stage play and go on tour with it, because it would be a top night out to see a good ensemble cast up close and intimate, with this dialogue in this log cabin setting. 
 
The extreme wide-screen does feel at odds with the interior heavy staging, but I dunno... it's not as if this is the first time Tarantino has indulged himself with the use of gimmicks just because he can - the self spoken narration for example is surely the apex of this director's ego so far, and it only served to take me out of the experience (even though that was probably precisely what it was meant to do - reinforcing the idea that he designed the whole thing as a stage play). So I'm hesitant to criticise the film for aspects which didn't really negatively impact the whole experience for me personally, I don't believe Tarantino's quirks detracted all that seriously from what is a fresh feeling and very worthwhile few hours. Besides, I'd be willing to bet that there's a legion of this film's fans who adore it for the exact same eccentric quirks others were put off by.
 
When this meandering yet effortlessly watchable story eventually kicks off in the final thirty minutes, it was unlike anything I can remember seeing before: a farcical bloodbath with a closing exchange between the last survivors which for me is up there with the greatest in movies. In a way this reminded me of The Thing's concluding denouncement; only Hateful Eight turns it into one of the most pristinely funny moments I've had at the very end of a film in a long time.
 
That's how I'd describe The Hateful Eight to anyone: it's a western take on The Thing as made by Ealing Studios when they hired Quentin Tarantino that one time. 

I got around to watching The Hateful Eight last night. It took me ages to get to sleep after it had finished, because I kept thinking about it. The scenes were swimming around in my mind for so long that I don't think I managed to go off till gone 2am ffs.

He was feeling bad about his portrayal of dinos.

You're gonna fly high, you’re never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try, they're gonna love you...

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far.

On you?

I bought the Blu-ray for a fiver and that's exactly my score: 5/10. The film tries so desperately to be sympathetic (or likeable) that it actually works counter productive. Nothing feels genuine any more, but rather simple-minded. 8 Oscar nominations? Baffling!

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