In Genting
Watched _Battle of Wits_ last night and _Casino Royale_ this afternoon
Before today, I'd never watched a Bond film full length, would you believe it? My mother was adamant that no Bond film was appropriate for a children. And my brother in all of his eleven years gets to watch it. But no matter, he failed to understand the movie. No comments on that. Anyways, I shall read Ian Fleming's novels soon. 007 is quite a fellow.
In Daniel Craig's Casino Royale, James Bond starts off different, his tastes are not yet ? or refined!/defined/specialised. At the film's beginning, Bond has not achieved double O status.
or the film starts before Bond became 007. Nor has he become a womaniser. I liked this film alot.
I am trying to spell out the reasons why. The critics didn't like it, but I really did, I loved the Bond Craig played. Maybe because I love the British.
I loved it the way he was shown to be impossibly humane. He made mistakes and not just one or a handful, but he turned out fine didn't he?
_Battle of Wits_ and Casino Royale_ had their similarities. The main character's love interest in both stories died watery deaths. which I find scary. I think/suspect I am teeny weeny bit claustrophobic. Water closing in on me, And apparently you look awful too/die ugly too bodies that resurface are bloated and purplish.
Both main characters were smart and physically abled definitely! But while the Maozi (Maoist?) Liu ____ (he eventually became a pacifist and followed the school of thought he was born into, but not before unleashing one last torrent of terror which wasn't very humane actually, but definitely, for want of a better word, smart) turned to love, Bond grew ruthless I think, into the way he was originally, before he may [Vesper], but in a hardened way now. He was actually jealous while with []! He said, 'it's time you took off the necklace'. Both men were brilliant and the women that fell in love with them if not because of that then at least a bit of their adoration must be credited to that. They (more specifically, the Maoist) made me think again what consistently a genius. Not what makes one or the emotional strength or the heartware. But the hardware if you like. It's the cold hard brilliance/intelligence I adore. I am enamoured with talent. But I am afraid it's not healthy. Actually, am I? Perhaps I could adjust my 'meter' such that I fall head over heels for only the minds of rocket science abilities. I think this may not work. I believe wholeheartedly that everyone is a genius or are incredibly talented mentally. I really do. But they haven't found out. And I am scared that they will realise their powers one day. I am worried that the powers they exhibit will far exceed mine.