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My Thoughts on SKYFALL Let Me Show You Them



Dame Judi Dench Who Is Very Excellent

– Judi Dench. Judi Dench. Judi Dench. JUDI DENCH. I have loved this woman since seeing A Room With A View when I was 14. When Albert Finney handed her that plaid scarf in Skyfall, I heard her speaking as Eleanor Lavish: “Observe here. I never venture forth without my mackintosh squares…You never know when you’ll have to sit on damp ground or cold marble.”

– The Adele song was decent. It’s kind of stuck in my head, for what that’s worth.

– I liked the array of Bond girls. The dark-haired one with the claws was super babealicious. Though Moneypenny is also pretty foxy. But she’s not really a Bond girl, right? Oh whatever, at least she shaved off that awful old man stubble Daniel Craig was rocking for the first third of the movie.

– Ralph Fiennes! You are awesome! I like it when you play normal people! Shave yr head though!

– I did enjoy The Blond Javier Bardem.

– Also, why do British manors need gamekeepers? What’s the point of that again? I mean, in Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Sir Clifford cannot hunt, really, due to his war-injured legs. And in the case of Skyfall, there was no one living at the manor, anyway So, what? Is ‘gamekeeper’ a euphemism or something?

– Blond Javier Bardem’s seekrit island lair has an interesting backstory, too.

– Overall: Super fun. Not as tight as Casino Royale, but leagues better than Quantum of Solace.

I Only Liked It Halfway

It’s heart-breaking when movies or books are only partially good.

Like, the idea is stellar, but then the author fucks it up. Or you only want to watch the scenes or read the pages when a certain character arrives.

This happened to me with Crazy, Stupid Love the other night. Every time Ryan Gosling or Emma Stone came onscreen, I sat up straight. The rest of the film was like my bathroom break.

More heartbreaking is Russell Banks’ Lost Memory of Skin. I can’t decide whether to keep going or what. I love the character of the Kid. I would follow him anywhere. But now The Professor just walked in and I’m all, ‘Get out of here, you’re clogging up everything!’

How frustrating it is to have a story poised in one position and then go in another that doesn’t appeal! It’s not that I want the Kid to have everything turn out all right; it’s that the Professor character does not intrigue me so I resent his intrusion into the plot. It almost makes me understand fan fiction. Though I’m quite sure there’s no Russell Banks fan fiction. And if there is, on this particular title, which chronicles the lives of homeless sex offenders, I really don’t need to seek it out.