This startlingly luscious iteration of an icon will be back on the big screen starting this weekend:
I grew up watching 007 (Pops is a big fan). I watched Sean Connery and Roger Moore swagger their way across the screen, coming to understand that James Bond was the pinnacle of elegance and intellect.
But the Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosnan years just didn't do it for me. I paid little attention, maybe caught one on video.
There was so much hype about the new "blonde" James Bond (and who is this Daniel Craig, anyway?) that I agreed to see the Casino Royale remake with Mr. O in the theater and a babysitter at home -- a true luxury when you have a toddler.
Really, I just did it for Mr. O -- guys have always loved
the Bond Girls.
It was *I* who bought Casino Royale on DVD. The very second it was released.
And *I* who just purchased reserved seats in the theater with stadium seating and cup holders for this Saturday night...and *I* who called the babysitter...and *I* who made a dinner rez at our favorite Japanese restaurant.
That scene...he's strutting back to the beach...from a swim in the ocean...and...