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My Casino Royale live commentary happened over IM, so y'all get the semi-coherent day after posty thoughts!
- It's amusing how I told freebacon that the James Bond movies are most emphatically not better at feminism than the books, then spent the second half of the film fangirling the James/Vesper exchanges (and the entire film commenting on how often James wore less clothing than his female companion at the time).
- Speaking of Jimmy and Vesper: while I did not get nostalgic over RPing Bond (possibly because I'd much rather not have obsessive fanboys looking over my shoulder, criticizing everything that doesn't fit their idea of James Bond), I was reminded how much I love James/Vesper in this film. SUCH A TRAGIC OTP. IF ONLY CIRCUMSTANCES WERE DIFFERENT, THEY COULD SNARK/CHEESE AT EACH OTHER FOREVER (AU fic bunny lol).
- The MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HOMOEROTICISM that I somehow overlooked during my first five thousand viewings of this film hit my like a Mac truck last night. I mean, all those intense stares Zero Le Chiffre kept giving Bond, noticing such minute details as Bond's shirt, and also that ball whacking scene. Subsequently I went on that night to fight Magolor in Return to Dream Land to prove that I could use Water better under the influence than this random YouTube user had sober. But I might've also done it because I had ball busting on the mind.
One of these days I will get over my bitterness that the supposed ~new Bond~ went old school with Quantum of Solace and completely ignored the plot of the book, then I will watch it.
- It's amusing how I told freebacon that the James Bond movies are most emphatically not better at feminism than the books, then spent the second half of the film fangirling the James/Vesper exchanges (and the entire film commenting on how often James wore less clothing than his female companion at the time).
- Speaking of Jimmy and Vesper: while I did not get nostalgic over RPing Bond (possibly because I'd much rather not have obsessive fanboys looking over my shoulder, criticizing everything that doesn't fit their idea of James Bond), I was reminded how much I love James/Vesper in this film. SUCH A TRAGIC OTP. IF ONLY CIRCUMSTANCES WERE DIFFERENT, THEY COULD SNARK/CHEESE AT EACH OTHER FOREVER (AU fic bunny lol).
- The MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HOMOEROTICISM that I somehow overlooked during my first five thousand viewings of this film hit my like a Mac truck last night. I mean, all those intense stares Zero Le Chiffre kept giving Bond, noticing such minute details as Bond's shirt, and also that ball whacking scene. Subsequently I went on that night to fight Magolor in Return to Dream Land to prove that I could use Water better under the influence than this random YouTube user had sober. But I might've also done it because I had ball busting on the mind.
One of these days I will get over my bitterness that the supposed ~new Bond~ went old school with Quantum of Solace and completely ignored the plot of the book, then I will watch it.