That’s the Bond I grew up with, and I’ve always liked him best. I get used to the incredulous looks I get from people when I tell them this.

There goes my perverse sense of relief that at least this guy wasn’t targeting women.

I loved Kingsman. Even the ending, with its wink-nudge hint at all the “007!” endings of Bond movies.

Plus it has the greatest use of a song I have ever seen (Freebird in the church).

Speaking of Bond, I just saw Kingsman: The Secret Service yesterday and it’s a modernized pastiche of Roger Moore-era Bond films complete with a quirky supervillain with a speech impediment. If you’re a fan of that sort of campy action spy film, it’s a lot of fun.