When I met my husband, I knew he loved the James Bond series, but as much as I've tried, I just can't figure out why.
Don't get me wrong, the last few have been more tolerable than others (and Daniel Craig definitely isn't hard to watch), but REALLY?
Let's just start with the initial images. I've seen enough 007 marathons to make your head spin, so trust me when I say, they're ridiculous. Especially the old school versions. Naked girls swimming, naked girls dancing. Artistic expression, as my husband likes to call it.
Then there's always the opening scene. Always. Like any good book - the first page has to grab you - and the opening scene needs to stand out too, but wow. It is physically impossible for my husband to remove himself from the TV until at least the first inconceivably impossible scene/action sequence/explosion has taken place.
Next you have the witty dialogue that is. just. plain. ridiculous. You know, like when someone gets shot through with an arrow and Bond smirks, "I guess he got the point". My husband busts out every single time as though it's the first he's ever seen it. This is usually when I start doing laundry.
Then there are the gadgets. Well, no, the gadgets are actually pretty cool.
Last but not least, let's just mention the names of the female characters. Xenia Onatopp, Honey Ryder and I won't even get into the names from "Goldfinger" or "Moonraker". I actually like the Bond girls and think the movies would be even worse without them, but the names? ugh.
So, with the latest release, my husband is as giddy as he can be. He'll be riveted from the opening sequence until the credits take place, completely glued to every exploding second in between.
I'll be dreaming about taking the kids to the new Peanuts movie instead.