The sex scene with Gemma wasn't difficult because it is part of my job.
- Daniel Craig, UK
Ah, because I said so... anything you reckon Danny Boy, after all, I never thought I would look at James Bond again the same way after Sir Sean hung up his gun (no pun) and left the girls breathless in Barbados.
I keep thinking to myself, how hard must this guy be? James or Daniel, Bond or otherwise. He grunts at romantic overtures, he throws himself from a crane and lands on steel containers, he knocks the wind out of the baddies' pipes with his hands, knuckles, elbows (yeah, give me more!), for Pete's sake, you strip that guy naked and whack him where we all shudder in pain watching it, takes time out to get some mojo work in the sheets, pisses off M, makes me root for him because he is so misunderstood for revenge when he just wants to kick the guy with the weird accent's ass...
Casino Royale. Quantum of Solace. Bond.
I mean, when I went to get my eye check-up, my rego card was numbered 4007 and I thought it was an epiphany! As inflated as my ego was, I thought I "belong" to a secret club, that devilish feeling of just being completely bowled over for days after watching Mr. Blue-Eyes-Does-Me-Wonder in those desert backdrop, the wind, the heat... and he still looked like he was ready to take a swirl (and give a damn) of his shaken martini. In that dusty suit.
And now Jamie Foxx wants to be the first black Bond. I mean... Jamie - I like you in The Kingdom, but whiskey? The black drink, some hip-hop. I wonder what M will be. Belting some gospel hits?
"You want Harry? I'll show you the dirty!"
