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As my (straight) buddy said as we came out of Casino Royale: "Any man who sees this movie and won't admit how hot he finds James Bond is just gay."
Icy, beautiful Daniel Craig -- who seriously has the best ass ever to shimmy its way across a crane balanced a hundred stories above Madagascar, let alone when he's pinning another man's wife to the floor of a beach front villa -- is barely even trying to be cool, he's such a mess. (And that's before one of the most excruciating torture scenes ever, the kind that makes it hard to enjoy that Craig was buck naked and sweaty.)
As summarized nicely in the best review I saw after the fact:
[Bond book writer Ian] Fleming would recognize him as most like his literary creation: damaged goods in a tailored tux. This Bond, unlike his smug, self-conscious predecessors, is a deadpan executioner with a penchant for letting his guard down too quickly.... And this Bond has little interest in living up to the legend: When a bartender asks him if he'd like his martini shaken or stirred, Bond shoots back, "Do I look like I care?" In that instant, it's as if the part had never been anyone else's.
It's a photo finish to see whether the movie will be No. 1 in the U.S. box office. And check out Towleroad for a photo and wordy analysis of just what makes 007 hot enough to kill. To sum up the fangirl gawking over at the Guardian: It's the objectification, stupid.
How come he's naked for so much of the film? What's happened to all the women? Who decided to turn the Bond brand into a hymn to male beauty? What would Ian Fleming say? No, really, we're not kidding, where are all the women? ...
Craig has made himself iconic in the most familiar way. He is simply demonically sexy.
The frame of the movie where he emerges from the sea in those clinging trunks is so scorchingly hot I feel embarrassed watching it, even when alone. It has been used as the key piece of pre-publicity on the movie, and with good reason. Good film directors recognise gold dust when they see it. This is the kind of image that even straight men can't peel their eyes from.
Like we said.
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