LIFE: It's coming right AT me. And the laundry never STOPS.
Because you are not an uber-villian genius unless you explain it to James Bond or whoever it is. When you are a genius, you've got to spell it out for dunce boy Bond (which, admittedly I am a fan of just because Pierce Brosnan is soooo yummy)
So basically, the ONLY reason that the bad guy spends 20 minutes explaining his entire plan and what he's going to do next and then LEAVES Bond to die, instead of just killing him, or at least WITNESS him being killed is to further the plot and let there be more movies. I think it would be really cool if there were a FINAL JB movie, and he'd just have a heart attack and kick off mid-interrogation. Whooops!
Better yet, heart attack/stroke/spontaneous combustion in the middle of his sex scenes because he too couldn't believe he said something as cheesy as "I thought Christmas only came once a year" my fave JB because Denise Richards plays a nuclear physicist. Love. It.
Are you not going to like me anymore when I say "I've always loved James Bond??" But...when I was young, I thought Roger Moore was "it", and when I got a little older no one, and I mean NO ONE, even comes close to Sean Connery. Hmmmm...way too much about James...
Nah, I totally respect the Bond thing. It's something you either have or you don't. I don't--but Alex's whole family does. That's cool.I do sometimes wonder why JB didn't have about 241 varieties of venereal disease.