I have always loved 'Bond' movies. I think it all began with my grandfather, a huge fan of 007, and a man whom I admired greatly. He had the entire collection of Bond movies (those made prior to 1988) on VHS, and when he died it was the only collection of his that I wished I could have had. Bond movies have, for me, always been the perfect blend of sexy, comedy, fantasy, and action. I am always excited to see what deformity the villain will have, what over-the-top name the Bond Girl will have, and what wonderful new gadgets Q will have created.
I personally think this shows growth on the part of filmmakers. For years the only scantily clad body in a Bond film belonged to the Bond Girl. Now, finally, Bond himself is coming into his own and taking center stage as the one with the bod.
I'm sure Steve will tease me about this blog entry, but that's okay. I've seen his eyes glued to the screen when Ursula Andress (Dr. No), Maud Adams (The Man with the Golden Gun and Octopussy), and Halle Berry (Die Another Day), came on screen. He looked pretty thankful for those girls.