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This blog is for your favourite Things in the Bond saga, if you simply leave a comment with your name and your favourite's we will add you to this blog so you and others can see...
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1.Favourite Bond:-
2.Favourite Bond Film:-
3.Favourite Bond Villain:-
4.Favourite Bond Gadget:-
5.Favourite Bond Car:-
6.Favourite Bond Girl:-
7.Favourite Bond Weapon:-
8.Favourite Bond Moment:-

James Nisbet:-
1.Favourite Bond:- Sean Connery
2.Favourite Bond Film:- Goldeneye
3.Favourite Bond Villain:- Alec Trevelyan
4.Favourite Bond Gadget:- X-ray Glasses
5.Favourite Bond Car:- Aston Martin DBS
6.Favourite Bond Girl:- Jinx or Solange? (both) lol
7.Favourite Bond Weapon:- Walther p99 (silenced)
8.Favourite Bond Moment:-
To many but i think it has to be,
Bond and Trevelyan Working Together in opening scene from Goldeneye...

Gareth Pugh:-
1.Favourite Bond:- Daniel Craig!!!
2.Favourite Bond Film:- Casino royale
3.Favourite Bond Villain:- Goldfinger
4.Favourite Bond Gadget:- Oddjobs Hat!!!
5.Favourite Bond Car:- Aston Martin DB10
6.Favourite Bond Girl:- Vesper
7.Favourite Bond Weapon:- The Classic Pistol with Silencer
8.Favourite Bond Moment:- The Poker scene in Casino Royal!

Chelsea Bowker:-
1.Favourite Bond:- Daniel Craig
2.Favourite Bond Film:- Casino Royale
3.Favourite Bond Villain:- Mads Mikkelsen
4.Favourite Bond Gadget:- Sony Ericsson K618
5.Favourite Bond Car:- Aston Martin DBS
6.Favourite Bond Girl:- Eva Green
7.Favourite Bond Weapon:- Walther p99 (silenced)
8.Favourite Bond Moment:- ooo tuffy
Has to be the part where he is in the shower, rips of his shirt and is drinking. so hot.

Daniel Sharkey:-
1.Favourite Bond:- sean connery
2.Favourite Bond Film:- dr no/ casino royale
3.Favourite Bond Villain:- grant
4.Favourite Bond Gadget:- briefcase from "from russia with love"
5.Favourite Bond Car:- db5
6.Favourite Bond Girl:- pussy galore!
7.Favourite Bond Weapon:- pen bomb from goldeneye
8.Favourite Bond Moment:- pussy galore: my name is pussy galore
james bond: i must be dreaming

Liam S:-
1.Favourite Bond:- Pierce Brosnan
2.Favourite Bond Film:- Die Another Day or Goldeneye
3.Favourite Bond Villain:- Alec Trevelyan
4.Favourite Bond Gadget:- The Nokia phone in Tomorrow Never Dies
5.Favourite Bond Car:- Aston Marin Vanquish
6.Favourite Bond Girl:- Jinx
7.Favourite Bond Weapon:- Walther p99 (silenced)
8.Favourite Bond Moment:- The car chase in Die Another Day

Having earned his 00,
James Bond (Daniel Craig) globetrots on a mission to foil the funding of world terrorism – facing off with poker-faced card sharp Le Chiffre (Mads Mikkelsen) and trading come-ons and putdowns with treasury totty Vesper Lynd (Eva Green). Can Bond find love and avoid death in Venice?
If you’ve lapped up the pre-release hype, you already know this is a different Bond. Harder, leaner, tougher, meaner. Well, to a point.

Let’s not forget that Casino Royale’s (relatively and – in the torture scene – literally) stripped down approach is actually part of Bond’s regular binge-and-purge cycle. The world’s most bulimic agent has an established routine. First, the constant appetite to top the last film bloats the franchise with ever-bigger but not better adventures. Then, on the brink of parody, comes the purge: the extravasate, the rethink. Bond actually goes ‘back to basics’ remarkably frequently: the lunatic excesses of You Only Live Twice precede the emotionally wrought On Her Majesty’s Secret Service; the space operatics of Moonraker make way for the smarter, darker For Your Eyes Only; the geriatric antics of A View To A Kill provoke the keener edge of the underrated Dalton debut The Living Daylights. The best example? Perhaps the tentative 007 of Licence To Kill leading to the arch, self-aware smarts of GoldenEye (“Sexist, misogynist dinosaur” etc). But even that James got flabby (it was the invisible car that did it). Time then for another purge. And the latest crash diet involves no more silly gadgets, no lame innuendo, no dreadful puns, no bikini-clad ‘equals’ and no Q.

What it does have is The Man With the Golden Hair, Daniel Craig. Yes he is blond. More pertinently, he’s also the first 007 who genuinely looks like he could kill a man with his bare hands. A useful quality for playing an assassin...

The pre-credits set the scene. In a toilet. In grainy black and white. Two kills – one grottily violent – and a couple of pithy remarks later and Bond begins. The credits themselves may look like a slightly lame flash animation (early scripts suggested a more satisfying montage of Bond’s SAS background, crime scene photos from his kills, the double 0s being added to his ID badge), but this misstep doesn’t result in a stumble. Instead, we launch into the much-blarneyed-about Madagascar free-running chase – the refreshed franchise playing its ace early: Craig’s physicality. Never before has a Bond sprinted so hard, fought so meanly or blazed quite so fiercely. By the time the Nambutu Embassy is smouldering, so is Craig’s Bond – this is a killing machine, a lethal weapon. Moore didn’t fit this much action into his entire seven movies. In quick, short breaths we learn the new Bond is a raw, brutal maverick (breaking into M’s house); unsentimental (he prefers married women because, “It keeps things simple”) and uncouth. But he’s also smart and effective, tracking the villains to Nassau, winning his Aston Martin on the casino’s green baize, seducing the sultry Solange (Caterina Murino) with a surgeon’s precision. The foreplay finished, it’s down to the main event: dealt a tough hand by Le Chiffre (Mikkelsen), ego challenged by Vesper Lynd (Green), balls battered in a wince-wrenching torture scene. All events which – for the first time in a long while – are actually based on Fleming’s words.

A shame the franchise can’t quite commit to going gritty and relying on audience intel – forcing in Giancarlo Giannini’s local liaison to explain poker for the hard-of-thinking, plus a gimmicky defibrillator scene almost as daft as that car... There’s also the issue of Bond’s volte-face, from callous bastard to lovey dovey doormat, the producers missing the opportunity for the bollock-bruising torture scene to allow for a non-physical connection to develop between 007 and Lynd. Her troubles, too, are barely hinted at, clouding everyone�