........yes, THAT Casino Royale - the 007 flick. I remember when I bought this movie....I remember what I was thinking....it went something like this...."This Bond guy is pretty cool - I mean, THIS particular Bond. He's different. He has flaws."
I think every guy wants to be James Bond to a degree and I think every guy IS James Bond to a degree. You see, what's different from this Bond than other Bond's is that.........
(Only I could relate James Bond to each of us - I only ask that you humor me and play along; if my reasoning is bogus, then I can simply tell you to "Fuck Off." Feel me? Good."
This Bond is human. He does not miraculously dodge every bullet sent his way, has a heart, but it's made of stone and is cautious beyond belief, even bleeds a little.....hmmm...how interesting...James Bond with a flaw. Imagine something happening in your life that changes who you are. Most of us don't recognize this. Very few of us do.
But imagine this thing, in Bond's scenario, a specific person, who helps define/mold his persona.
He becomes cold. Calculated. Frigid. But beyond these things, he's cool. Calm. Indifferent.
He's smart. He's cool. He know's more than what he let's on.
He's me.
He's you.
Does this make any kind of sense to you whatsoever?
Didn't think so. If this doesn't make any coherent sense to you, then stop reading now.
(ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm at the scene where he runs to his Aston Martin, trying to give himself a shot of adrenaline. Don't care about this scene OTHER THAN FOR THE ASTON MARTIN.
WICKED WANT'S AN ASTON MARTIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
If it does make sense, then GOOD.
Ok, I need to smoke a cig and finish this glass of wine, so more tomorrow.
Ciao!
Wicked
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