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Everybody needed a break.
Matt Parkman's breaks consisted of going to the movies. One did not spend one's life in Los Angeles, know several people in the business, and then not develop an all-consuming love of film and cinema.
There was a new one in town that he'd been dying to see. James Bond was second to none, Dick Tracy without a badge (...Or Maybe Mi6 had badges. He'd never seen them pull an FBI trick) So he made the trek to the movie theater in Odessa, leaving Audrey with the promise of returning shortly.
Serial Killers who stole brains were one thing, but THIS. This was James fucking Bond.
And he couldn't be happier as he clutched his re-purchased copy of "On her Majesty's Secret Service" Along with a couple of books on Meditation, his jumbo popcorn, and his coke.
It was brilliant.
Everything from the run-down in Africa to the fight at the chase scene at the Miami Airport. He wondered what the police would say, and what he should do when confronted with Bond (or what he'd be required to do. What would Audrey say about it?)
He wished she was here.
OMGSQUEE THEY SO CUUUUTE
Wishes of that nature were interrupted by a loud thought situated a few chairs behind him.
He swallowed more of his coke.
Bond had just met Vesper Lynd on the train, gorgeous girl really-totally Bondgirl material-
So cute! so Cuuuuuuuuttee-
That's getting slightly annoying.. He shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth and drank more coke.
She's such a traitor! omg it's so saaaad-
Oh hell no.
No no James! Dun doo eet! Bond was now staring at vesper lynd's backside, You're gonna get your heart broken cause she's gonna betray you to the Villian and omg duuuuuuunnn!
Matt hadn't read Casino Royale. Books were foreign objects to him.
He twitched, "...Fuck."
His seatmates ordered him to be quiet.
The movie progressed, and Matt was suddenly reminded of what they said at the very beginning along with the "please silence your cell phone" commericals. Do not spoil the movie by adding your own soundtrack
He couldn't complain could he?
Ow! that's gotta hurt-
Dude! That's so not a real poker hand.
You know Bond's gonna loose-
What the fuck's he being a whiny baby for?
....Yeah that leaves nothing to the imagination, are they gonna have hotsex now?
So cute!
It was right about the point where the villian had bond in his clutches. The guy was pulling an Abu Grabi and hitting his balls with a-
The thoughts swelled to a din.
Motherfucker!
Damn! Shouldn't this be rated R?
NC-17 Material!
That's just MESSED THE FUCK UP
What the hell bitches! what the-
Okay, now that's kind of ho-
At that last thought he whirled around to face the smiling asian man he sat next to and disregarded.
Goddamnit
He practically bolted out of the theater-adding his own soundtrack as he went.
"Hey!"
"What the hell!"
"we're trying to watch here!"
"-Make a better door then a window-"
"Jackass!"
Matt Parkman's breaks consisted of going to the movies. One did not spend one's life in Los Angeles, know several people in the business, and then not develop an all-consuming love of film and cinema.
There was a new one in town that he'd been dying to see. James Bond was second to none, Dick Tracy without a badge (...Or Maybe Mi6 had badges. He'd never seen them pull an FBI trick) So he made the trek to the movie theater in Odessa, leaving Audrey with the promise of returning shortly.
Serial Killers who stole brains were one thing, but THIS. This was James fucking Bond.
And he couldn't be happier as he clutched his re-purchased copy of "On her Majesty's Secret Service" Along with a couple of books on Meditation, his jumbo popcorn, and his coke.
It was brilliant.
Everything from the run-down in Africa to the fight at the chase scene at the Miami Airport. He wondered what the police would say, and what he should do when confronted with Bond (or what he'd be required to do. What would Audrey say about it?)
He wished she was here.
OMGSQUEE THEY SO CUUUUTE
Wishes of that nature were interrupted by a loud thought situated a few chairs behind him.
He swallowed more of his coke.
Bond had just met Vesper Lynd on the train, gorgeous girl really-totally Bondgirl material-
So cute! so Cuuuuuuuuttee-
That's getting slightly annoying.. He shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth and drank more coke.
She's such a traitor! omg it's so saaaad-
Oh hell no.
No no James! Dun doo eet! Bond was now staring at vesper lynd's backside, You're gonna get your heart broken cause she's gonna betray you to the Villian and omg duuuuuuunnn!
Matt hadn't read Casino Royale. Books were foreign objects to him.
He twitched, "...Fuck."
His seatmates ordered him to be quiet.
The movie progressed, and Matt was suddenly reminded of what they said at the very beginning along with the "please silence your cell phone" commericals. Do not spoil the movie by adding your own soundtrack
He couldn't complain could he?
Ow! that's gotta hurt-
Dude! That's so not a real poker hand.
You know Bond's gonna loose-
What the fuck's he being a whiny baby for?
....Yeah that leaves nothing to the imagination, are they gonna have hotsex now?
So cute!
It was right about the point where the villian had bond in his clutches. The guy was pulling an Abu Grabi and hitting his balls with a-
The thoughts swelled to a din.
Motherfucker!
Damn! Shouldn't this be rated R?
NC-17 Material!
That's just MESSED THE FUCK UP
What the hell bitches! what the-
Okay, now that's kind of ho-
At that last thought he whirled around to face the smiling asian man he sat next to and disregarded.
Goddamnit
He practically bolted out of the theater-adding his own soundtrack as he went.
"Hey!"
"What the hell!"
"we're trying to watch here!"
"-Make a better door then a window-"
"Jackass!"