Just got back from watching the latest Bond film, Skyfall, and most enjoyable it was too. The last time I saw James Bond in action he was helping Queen Elizabeth II parachute into the Olympic stadium in London. Fortunately this time around he bypasses Buckingham Palace and the royal corgis and he's back to his day job of saving the world, or rather MI6, from a particularly weird villain.
Skyfall is definitely one of the most enjoyable of the Bond films. There is actually proper acting in this one. Daniel Craig, who at times resembles a forlorn bloodhound that's just misbehaved, is really getting his teeth into the more vulnerable Bond character and his exchanges with Judi Dench as M are a delight to watch. To top it off nicely is an intriguing, campy villain in Javier Bardem, whose haircut is as bad as it was in No Country For Old Men.
Skyfall was a rare excursion to the cinema for me, yet this was my main form of entertainment during the early days in Thailand, primarily because it was an inexpensive way to spend an evening. According to a dilapidated diary I kept in 1969, I went to the cinema 52 times in just over eight months _ that's a bit scary. In fact, it sounds almost like desperation.
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