The name is Bond…

James Bond… Well not really. I just came from watching the latest Bond flick, Casino Royal and this is what I am thinking- Daniel Craig looks too much like the action-hero to be Bond, but the movie was a breath of fresh air. It was hard gritty fast, compared to the old blinking-switches and outrageous gizmos.

It was also more Real. More true too the book. I think Fleming’s Bond is finally here. Thought it would have been better if Daniel Craig didn’t look like he just took a couple of Botox injections. At least Sly Stallone has an excuse. On a more positive tone, though, I think the story almost made me feel for the Bond, wooden-face nonetheless. My conclusion? Watch it. Why? Because it’s a Bond movie for Chrissake. And the Girl is actually there for a reason other then looking good.

The action is, however, the high point of any James Bond movie. And this one doesn’t disappoint. It’s fabulous, just incredible enough to be Bond but looks real enough to make the audience ooh and aah with delight.

As my brother said, from having the love interest named “Pussy Gallore” and looking like rich French Barons who have seen more manicurists then terrorist, Bond has come a long way with a Female M to boot. I can’t wait to see the next Bond movie.

Monday morning blues

Hear hear! I mean Monday morning is here. I guess the overwhelming urge to curl into the blanket and hope that the world forgets you are there for a few more minutes is entirely phycholigical. Pity, half a worlds population seem to share my view. Winter, my dear readers, is meant to be spent under the confortable warm blanket, sipping hot chocolate and reading action thrillers - not skiing the sheer cliffs of Aspen- and definitely not working in an Air Conditioned office. I do declare- I am lazy. I realised this astonishing fact early in life and have even accepted the reality of it. You will too.

Where was I? Oh yes, Monday morning blues. Here is a tip to avoid it - don't work on Saturdays. See if you do- then Sunday comes and goes very fast, since it has only 24 hours and we sleep foe about 7 to 8 hours and there is eating, drinking,........... you get the picture. and then when you wake up on Monday morning to the trilling sound of your expensive cell phone.........lets just say your entire life flashes before your eyes. Specially all the times you had to wake up on a moday morning. And my boos is here, waving a think wad of paper under my nose, which means is time to wrap up the rant. ciao people. Please contribute.