Casino Royale

I’ve seen quite a few people ask this question: why, in the west, do we view explicit violence in film differently (or, more the point, take less offense from it) than we view explicit sex? And I suppose there’s an answer, but that’s tangential.

When I was kid, my dad used to watch Bond flicks; I always wondered what he saw in them. I still do; the Pierce Brosnan period of the franchise was a very silly time indeed, and he always looked a bit too much like a French waiter for my liking. Never mind the techno-obsession each movie took to a new and ridiculous hight.

However, I just finished watching Casino Royale. And it was good. Very good. Maybe even the Bond film by which all future Bond films will be judged.

That is all.

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