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REVIEW: Casino Royale

Casino Royale revisits the character that Timothy Dalton made legendary.... James Bond. The picture introduces yet another actor portraying the famed British secret agent, this time it is Daniel Craig's turn. Craig while not carrying the same level of fame as some of his predeccessors does manage to restore some respectability to the James Bond mantle.

Let's be honest. After Sean Connery, Pierce Brosnan is probably the gayest James Bond ever. Could we have found a less masculine star? I'll take a cock, shaken not stirred please. You bet you will Pierce. His name is Pierce! Pierce!

While Craig brings a more robust and butch version of Bond to the screen, he over does it a bit. James Bond in Casion Royale seems to be wearing the Zoolander face the entire film.... a question which I tossed Fletch's way. Fletch however defended Craig by saying "It"s not the Zoolander face, that's just the way he looks" (Fletch was of course massaging his genitals violently while answereing this question). Then Fletch hung up the phone and went back to his deviant lifestyle..... yes, much like Roadhouse, Casino Royale has become a Swayze Guage, a test of one's sexuality..... a test that Fletch has clearly passed..... that he is gay.

Casino Royale is a pre-quel of sorts (a noble idea that has never been tried), and introduces us to a Bond that has yet to achieve the level of 00. This film represents the events that would shape his life and help determine the path for his future (past chronologically) features. Essentially, Bond is dealt some tough blows, and then turns into a Mary (at least where Brosnan is concerned). However since the character was created over 40 years ago, it was hard for me to get over this 'pre-quel' movie where this Bond was using satellite phones, and Palm pilots..... and he also had less gear than previous (later) Bonds..... no Q? That sucked! Q was the man.... Fletch loves him some Q.

Bond as always fights the bad guys, dispatches them, but this time falls in love, and decides to resign from MI6, and pursue his relationship (much like Paul and Chani)..... however his true love screws him over, and turns out to a double agent. This was expected, because Casino Royale tiptoed the line of becoming a vagina movie towards the end and I was close to turning it off. Thankfully the bitch fucked him over, and Bond flipped out.... killing the bad guys and watching her drown in a collapsing building......I believe in the floating city of Newark.

Oh poor James. I guess this is to justify his womanizing ways throughout the rest of the films, as he never truly gets involved emotionally with a woman again. This Bond was actually quite a bit a cooler than the other Bonds (except for Dalton's masterful portrayal which made the character an icon) in that he is colder, and much more violent. The flaw here, is that he is not as violent in the later movies, being that this is supposed to be the first James Bond mission.

As far as Daniel Craig goes, he definitely rates high on the James Bond list. Perhaps third best. Here are my rankings:

1. Timothy Dalton
2. George Lazenby
3. Daniel Craig
4. Roger Moore
5. Pierce Brosnan
6. Sean Connery

Craig certainly earns top three honors...... Connery is still without question the worst Bond ever. Dudley Moore would have been an upgrade. Casino Royale definitely delivers the action, a few hot pieces of ass, some brutality and of course exposes Fletch's sexuality. That alone improves it's Hamlin Grade.....

Hamlin Grade: 1

Timothy Dalton is the one true James Bond,
pat

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Oh, a naked Daniel Craig tied up and getting it repeatedly in the nut sack is HOT! Is there a more arousing scene in any Bond movie? I contest there is not!

That rape scene in Deliverance still gets me moist.... I could use me some Ned Beatty right now.

Some things to point out, i.e basically areas where you fucked up, showed general ignorance, and now have to spend the rest of your life on your knees, bowing before me, kissing my ring at my behest.

Firstly, the fact that you missed off the first ever James Bond makes me laugh down at you like a pimp laughing at a whore with a brand new, itchy STD. You missed Bob Holness, famed host of UK TV quiz Blockbusters, and the man who played Bond on the radio show LOOOONG before Dr No.

You're also forgetting the three following items:

1.) The whole Bond franchise is a crafty metaphore for Britain's continuing greatness and general mastery over the Pig Dog U.S.A. We'd be over there right now colonizing your bitch asses, were it not for the fear of the diseases we might catch.

2.) This Bond flick was penned in part by Paul Haggis, the hottest behind the scenes guy in Hollywood right now (he wrote Mystic River, Million Dollar Baby, directed and wrote Crash.) This fact alone takes the whole franchise in a new directory, away from the cliche'd bullshit of the past Bond eras.

3. Roger Moore was, and still is, a total fag.

Commence kissing..... now!

We have a couple of things over here in America that you Brits should familiarize yourselves with.

The first is an invention we like to call sarcasm.

The second is toothpaste.

Giv'm a go ya cunt! Cheers!

What is this obsession you Americans have that us Brits have really bad teeth? It's truly bizarre, especially considering the only 4 limeys currently involved in U.S popular culture in any way are:

- Tony Blair
- Hugh Grant
- Chris Martin (Coldplay)
- Michael Caine

All of whom have sparkling white teeth. Perhaps it stems from the American obsession with teeth whitening, with most Americans walking around with teeth so shiny they'd give Jaws a hard on. Roger Moore was a sissy, but he also had exceptional teeth.

We invented sarcasm like we also invented the monarchy, Protestantism, and America.

Some things we also invented:

- The Bond franchise
- Time travel
- The spoon
- Spooning
- The whipping of peasants
- Laughing at Canadians
- Jesus
- Steroids
- The shiny jackets of former pro wrestler turned 'musician' Chris Jericho
- Hatred towards The French
- Oxygen
- Time travel
- Ray Liotta
- The moon
- Rap music
- Being afraid of mimes
- Ryan Kenner's everlasting passion of muscular, leather clad male strippers
- Ninjas
- War
- Anything pickled
- The ability to crone on endlessly citing irrelevant facts and other miscellaneous bullshit, often in the form of bulleted lists and stuff, just to win an argument that in the end nobody really cared about in the first place. In the end, the unlucky victim of said unprompted verbal tirade would rather shoot themselves in the dick with an air rifle that hear us prattle on any longer. And thus explained how we won over the colonies.

You may continue kissing my ring...

What ring are we talking about? The one on your finger, or the one where your finger is?

It's a question of preference I guess.

You strike me as the kinda guy who likes to spoon afterwards though, and that might change the decision somewhat...

Eh? No response eh Patty Boy? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe your gob's too full of my great white ass for you to speak?

OWNED! LOL!

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