Yeah, it’s kinda like a goth kid wearing a non-denominational ankh to denote Generic Spirituality, y’know?

...can’t believe I’m fuckin’ sayin’ this...

Sydney being a computer-generated illusion designed to keep its occupants unaware of reality while harvesting their lifeforce is about the best explanation of the Harbour City I’ve heard.

At least this means your job’s secure.

Yeah! And fat chicks should board shorts over bikini bottoms and the loosest XXXXL rashie they can find!

I just want him to play alongside Tom Hollander, where Holland takes up an apprenticeship at Hollander’s failing London gunmakers and revitalises it with his crazy, Gen Z designs.

Please, Matt. His character’s name in Austin Powers was Johnson:

Mate, just look at him. He’s gonna be dead of typhus or the croup or consumption or ague in fifteen.

“Please, sir: is this gruel gluten-free?”

What I find amazing is how well FC5 sat on the fence. It was a triumph of marketing design, not writing. It managed to use symbols of both the American Left and Right at the time...

“Belieffff me, Mr. Bond, I gould zhoot you from Ssshtutgart und make it look like zuicide...”

Also, he killed, like, a bunch of British sailors. 

Yeah, you’re only baffled because none of your precious “medical science” can explain the glorious power of Xenu, Cura.

Yeah, I’m trying to think of a “kick arse” Bond girl after OHMSS. None comes to mind. Barbara Bach was meant to be the female, Russian James Bond, and...ends up tied to a chair.

My main problem with the Craig series is that it constantly retreads the same old tired question of “DO WE STILL NEED BOND IN THIS DAY AND AGE?” to which I reply “Yes! Goldeneye fucking answered that.”

There’s a kinda irony of OHMSS, where they cast a male model (also combat ski instructor, also hand-to-hand combat instructor, also ex-Commando, also used car salesman, also Marlboro Man, also Kronenbourg shill, also consummate bullshit artist - look, Lazenby might’ve been the most perfect human to play Bond) as the…

They’ll be fine. This movie has been neatly set up by glass-cliffing the last one.

Wait until the box office results start rolling in and you have to deal with the “BUT IT MADE X MILLIONS OF DOLLARS SO IT MUST BE GOOD.”

You, uh, you ever played Postal?

Natalya is the greatest Bond girl. Full. Fucking. Stop.