I Think I Finally Get It

We watched Quantum of Solace last night, and may I say, I am finally a Bond fan.

Not just because Daniel Craig is sex on a stick. Roger Moore, Sean Connery, Pierce Brosnan...all very sexy men, but not enough to get me interested in the 007 franchise. They were too slick, too skilled. Craig is flawed, rough around the edges, violent and a little mean. I'm surprised to find I like those things in a man.

We saw Casino Royale, because Mr. Clairol wanted to. I owed him for all the Harry Potter films he's napped through. I liked the film, despite my expectations. It wasn't the first of the series for me. I've seen Goldfinger, Live and Let Die, View To A Kill and Die Another Day. All of them left me underwhelmed. I assumed that Bond must be a male thing, much like transmissions and pork rinds.

Upon returning from my trip to BlockBuster (where I had been given carte blanche), I whipped out the copy of Quantum that I had rented and Mr. Clairol fainted from shock. Okay, not really, but he was surprised. And truthfully, if there had been a single copy of Doubt left, I would have rented that instead. But there wasn't and I needed some good wife points, so we settled into Bond last night (sans buttered popcorn, thank-you KCRA) and watched Craig bust heads.

It's a good story. I enjoyed the fact that it built on the previous film. A note to those in charge: this is an excellent way to hook female viewers. And let's face it, spending 107 minutes looking at Craig isn't a hardship. The exposition is a little weak, the chemistry is a little wan and I sort of don't get the whole Bond Girl thing, but I enjoyed the movie. Or maybe I just enjoyed Daniel Craig.

Next weekend, Wolverine comes to visit for my birthday and I'm getting all fan-girl geeky just thinking about it. Not for Hugh Jackman, but because we finally get to see Gambit on the big screen. I AM A GEEK!

But Hugh in tight jeans doesn't turn my stomach or anything.