I've always said that the best Brosnan Bond movie is The Tailor Of Panama. Aside from being blatantly corrupt he's more or less Fleming's Bond in that movie. And he's fantastic.

He looked ten years younger than that in Live And Let Die, though about halfway through his run it caught up with him and by A View To A Kill he looked ten years older than his actual age.

I think the brief answer is that Bond is fundamentally a statement about masculinity. If you take that away and assign the same attributes to a woman I'm not really sure what the character looks like or if it's viable, and it would be a very hard sell commercially.

For sure.

Elba seemed like a great Bond on paper, but his choices in film roles left me concerned that when the Bond franchise inevitably goes way over the top again, in the classic cycle that includes Die Another Day, Moonraker, You Only Live Twice, I just don't see him favoring restraint. The man has made a lot of crap.

He was at least the fifth guy to die in Prometheus.

I'd completely forgotten that he was in maybe a dozen West Wings as I think an Air Force general. I wish they'd given him more to do there, sort of a nondescript part, but every time he was on that show it made me happy. Because, you know, Kruger.

Ah, Basic Instinct. A bid to outdo Vertigo by a screenwriter that clearly didn't understand the meaning of the word "alibi."

America ultimately lost after he helped al-Qaeda in Rambo III.

Well, it had as its protagonist the poor man's Zach Woods, a subplot where an Arabic girl listened to anti-Arab hatemonger Franklin Graham, and one of the laziest Planes, Tranes and Automobiles takeoffs ever. And it wasn't enough.

Thanks for reminding me of that movie. How No Good Deed avoided any of these, I will never know.

Yeah, they really should get on that Van Halen live album. Right Here Right Now has got to be 23 years old by now.

I think they've forgotten about these movies. Everyone else certainly has.

This is a valid question at this time. Fireproof made over $30 million dollars back in 2008. Saving Christmas couldn't even crack $3 million. Cameron lost 90% of his audience over that time, in other words.

He and John Ratzenberger are the major rightward-trending Cheers alums, at least that I'm aware of. The latter troubles me somewhat because he could do voice work for the Kochs and probably get some people to pay attention because they'd say it's Cliff.

That's why they're so insufferable. Once you get to the top, all there is to do is worry.

On TV, every "city" setting is basically L.A. Seinfeld was set in New York, but everybody drove everywhere. Etc. At least you get shows nominatively set in your hometown. Mine is little more than fodder for comedians trying to find an easy punchline for "shithole."

Then again, that was essentially the ending of Homicide: Life On The Street: The Movie.

Only in the 1980s could Trump have become a celebrity. Only in an decade where not one but two huge blockbuster films had the protagonist begin as a cocky asshole, get a little humbled by life, and then heroically become even cockier than ever to win in the end, could America give a damn about Donald Trump.

Bad example. She has crazy eyes and an obviously gay husband. There's some serious cross-pollination at play there.