Sweet mother of God - I'm just back from the new Bond flick Casino Royale and I thought I may need a box of Kleenex to wipe my seat afterward. Daniel Craig confounded all the critics and myself by showing off the buffest Bond body this side of Thunderball. I had read the reviews and knew it was a bit of a treat but with a very quick opening sequence and then very tacky opening credits with a forgettable theme I thought they should bring back Gladys Knight to sing and Pierce Brosnan's hairy chest to get me going but....
Daniel Craig was one sexy bitch as my picture shows, he gets naked, wears tight trunks and is as shirtless as much as the producers allowed and blond Bond makes the grade. I found him rather exciting and a real killer - his stunning blue eyes and delivery were brilliant. It was his show without too many gadgets, double entendre's or slutty women, there were 2 main Bond girls and only one semi exciting but who cared? James Bond fought, got hurt, loved, battled, outwitted, crashed, kissed and drove his way round a 2 hour romp that got me wanting more and more and more and I forgot all about Pierce Brosnan's hairy chest......
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