Casino Royale

So, I can't remember what my very first Bond experience was, but I do know that it occurred at the behest of my father. Two reasons: my father is a Bond geek, and my mother hates Bond, and has never seen a whole movie. I vaguely remember seeing Dr. No, and I definitely saw the Timothy Dalton films in the theater from the 80's. I must have been 5 or 6, some where around there. Even those bad Dalton movies had cool gizmos, hot Bond girls, and things exploding for no apparent reason. Yes, you could say I liked the Bond flick right from the git go. Here goes the first bad word play of this blog: I found it a bonding experience between father and son. Here was something other than our knowledge and love for Niner football that we could enjoy together. It wasn't long before we were discussing our favorite Bond girls, and why. (Daniela Bianchi, From Russia with Love)

I have read Casino Royale and was surprised at the violent, dark mind of Ian Fleming. He refered to making love to Vesper (in the form od Bond's imagination) that it would be akin to the sweetness of rape. Rape? Really? If I wasn't so opposed to looking like a ninny I would have been repulsed by the thought, but as it is, you have to hand it to Fleming and his flare for the written word...
Anyway, the next surprise would be the violence that had to be added in order to make this a legit Hollywood contender. As if a gnarled rug beater to the nuts isn't enough, a knotted length of what looks like a hauser ought to do the trick. Say hello to your little friends!