Like many, I’m a big Bond fan. Enjoy the action, beautiful characters and gorgeous settings and scenery. Love the storylines and gadgets. Let’s not forget the cheekiness, tongue-in-cheek humor, and double entendres that give the dialog that extra edge .
Unlike many, I’ve never found Sean Connery the quintessential James Bond. The “mumbly” accent is annoying, the fur-rug chest and flabby physique unappealing. Add to that that he never seemed that effectual a fighter, well, he simply didn’t make for a great Bond.
Roger Moore, my mom’s favorite, had class and charm. He was suave and smooth. Looked awesome in a tux and Lotus Esprit, but like SC, didn’t have a great body under the garb. Fleshiness aside, Moore’s Bond flicks had some of the most thrilling action/chase scenes, bar none.
The best techno gadgets appeared with Pierce Brosnan’s Bond. Fabulous and inventive. Silly sometimes, but very cool. And he looked good in everything—from tux to Aloha shirt. Physique? Better than that of RM and SC; not as flabby, but still furry. As Bond, he defined the word “debonair”.
George Lazenby and Timothy Dalton filled in gaps, but were as forgettable as the Bond movies they acted in. Actually, in terms of the former, GL had little acting talent or experience, which was evident on screen. The latter had such a noticeable cleft chin (or butt chin as some call it) that that was all you could focus on.
Daniel Craig. Gritty. Angry. Raw. Gotta love those abs and muscles. Worth every minute of the grueling training regime. No gizmos, but lots of action and solid storylines . . . save for “Quantum”, possibly the worst Bond movie ever, but “Skyfall” by far the best.
The world could use a real James Bond—maybe he could stir up some resolution and shake up some despots, and free us from the prevailing insanity. Nothing is too difficult for Bond . . . James Bond.