Spectre
Crit
Oh my god! They killed Bond! You bastards!
I may have used that joke for the previous movie, but hey, the classics never age. And equally surprising, and true, is that the femme du film (Léa Seydoux) gives Bond the brush--regretfully, but definitively . . . well, as definitive as such a thing can be in Bond's world.
A new Bond film is cinematic comfort food, and since I am currently being held hostage by the evil cartel Phlegmtre, I'm in the market for all the comfort I can get.
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