Supposedly, he was being called sometime in the 70s, when Moore went to a one-at-a-time contract. That whole scene in For Your Eyes Only at the grave was written so a new Bond could connect right away

Kevin McKidd should’ve been a bigger star. I don’t count 48 years on a medical soap opera as bigger star.

Wait, she’s one of ours? Can we get a judge’s ruling?

The movie has its high points and low points. But it also boasts one is the top scenes ever in a Bond film.

Your mom is the Jabba the Hutt of mine. She so fat she roll over a dollar and make four quarters. Usain Bolt can’t get around your mom in less than 20 seconds. Bitch got her own area code. Only her and her favorite Little Ceasars

Jaws is the Jar Jar Binks of the Bond franchise. I said it. Come at me, bro.

Damn it. I need a wokeossary. I thought we were supposed to be against middle aged men and younger women.

Fuck me, I don’t know. I’m just trying to keep up with the wokeness. 

For fuck’s sake

They kind of solved the Moore age thing by pairing him with Maud Adams, who was almost 40 at time of filming. Still not entirely age appropriate, but better. Plus, they had great chemistry.

The Living Daylights is a lot of subtle scenes that add up. My favorite is when M tries to yank Bond off the case and he snaps, “No!” Then a beat. Bond backs down a smidge. “Sir”

This is why I consider Diamonds the absolute worst of the Bonds. Fat Connery, idiotic plot, Jimmy Fucking Dean. Plus, I dislike the ones with stupid girls. 

I die on very few pop culture hills. This is one of them. 

It’s more subtle. Elektra asks Bond if he’s ever lost somebody and his eyes darken and he gets quiet.

First, the code name theory is bunk. For Your Eyes Only, License to Kill and World is Not Enough all reference Tracy’s death.

My boy would fuck you up

Pretty badass line though. “Be careful of her nail varnish”

Fleming did write a damn good rape joke though. “James, you know what they call a virgin in the South? A girl that can run faster than her brother. For me, it was my uncle...”

It actually wasn’t in the novel. The Bond movies’ turd in the punch bowl are more than one “make her until she likes it” scenes.

This made my heart grow seven sizes. Krasinski and Blunt, and of course, Miranda and crew, get all the love.