James Bond: Check your reality at the door
Rewatched The World is Not Enough today on television. What an inane piece of fluff. I love James Bond. I love the complete and utter suspension of disbelief in each and everyone of his movies. Watching James Bond, you can believe that a man can sleep his way through three decades without once hitting the mother load or catching an incurable (or even mildly unpleasant) venereal disease. You can believe that no matter how farfetched a weapon sounds, you'll find at least one (maybe even two or three) uses for it in the course of a mission. Cars are never just modes of transportation - oh no, what's the use of a car unless it comes complete with self-targeting torpedo launchers, remote control operation and six beverage cup holders? In the James Bond world, there are no ugly women; even when they're murdering, conniving villains, they're always smoking hot. That's the great thing about fluff - the real world is only a springboard for ideas. I check my reality at the door when I watch a Bond film and I like that just fine. And if you're wondering, no, I will not be watching the new Bond movie. Call me a purist, but Bond cannot be blonde. Even I can't suspend that much disbelief.
Final thought: There's no point in living, if you can't feel alive. Elektra King, The World is Not Enough