Enough about me, let’s talk about James Bond. He’s awesome, agreed? Sure, Anthony Lane, I’d also like to watch Daniel Craig have more graphic sex. Duh. Still a great Bond film. Jack White wrote the opening song. Catacombs, blood, tuxedos, punching, naked women, “driving”.
Watched this in the fabulous Cabot Theater. Popcorn, tea, homemade turtle chocolates, sprung seats from before my mother was born, and the man in a tuxedo selling me Junior Mints all create an optimum movie going experience.