my mind wanders…i think about last week, when i saw the new bond movie. i have always been pretty out-and-out and my 007 fan­boy­i­tude, but, hon­estly, less than half of the bond movies since 1980 have been good, only two were quite good, and the last one was far and away the worst bond evar. so with a new bond in there (chamelon extra­or­di­naire daniel craig), and a promise to go “back to basics” from the pro­ducer, i fig­ured i’d go open mind.

fuck, even if my mind were closed, that movie would have kicked the doors in and forced it to acqui­esce. that was (prob­a­bly) the best bond ever. eas­ily the best since the first four or so. this is the first time that we get to see that 007 is a killer. and human. but a killer. who’s a human. it was intense, well-acted, very well-written, and, most of all, believ­able. no insane stunts! no gad­gets! great vil­lain (yeah, actu­ally, he was awe­some, best vil­lain since renard in the world is not enough)! bond girl is hot but not super­model unre­al­is­tic hot! bond is…shit, human and amaz­ing and scary and fascinating.

so yeah, i, er, liked it.

and if that wasn’t enough, daniel craig says he wants to do a full-frontal gay scene in the next bond film. le whoa. uhh, sure. fine by me. actu­ally le chiffre in casino royale has a great scene where he is tor­tur­ing bond and strips him naked (we can’t see any­thing) and he takes this lin­ger­ing look at bond’s body and says “you’ve take good care of yourself…it’s such a waste”. he is really not into his “girl­friend” ear­lier in the film either. fan­tas­tic. not that i nec­es­sar­ily want there to be a queer bad guy in a movie so peo­ple can go “yeah, well, whad­daya expect from a gaw­damn fag?”, but it was like spar­ta­cus — sure, he’s not gay, unless you want him to be, in which case he’s def­i­nitely a top.

okay, not that i’m ram­bling, but i need to go see every mads mikkelsen movie now. that guy is stun­ning. accord­ing to his imdb bio, he spent eight years as a pro­fes­sional dancer. whoo…

if it’s hal­loween, and you’re ill, and run­ning a very high fever, do not fall asleep lis­ten­ing to cur­rent 93’s dogs blood ris­ing and nature unveiled and in men­strual night. or, you know, maybe do do it, if you want extremely rest­less sleep slathered in fucked-up dreams.

(admit­tedly, i hadn’t felt that oth­er­worldly in awhile, so it was wholly wel­come for me.)