Any clown can review a James Bond movie. It takes a special kind of clown – namely, me – to compose a detailed analysis of every aspect of a James Bond movie. And that’s what I’m here to do, on a blog-entry-by-blog-entry schedule. Unless I mysteriously vanish from the Internet before I can complete my mammoth task (leaving behind only the ghostly Internet remnants of a character study of OCTOPUSSY’s Vijay) this will be the format that the blog takes, with the occasional digression.
The plan is to analyse each Bond film frame-by-frame. Well, I may not technically be that scrupulous, but the plan is to write about every ten minutes or so of Bond film, or basically anything about the film that immediately springs to mind, and post it online. Also, sometimes porn. That clear enough for you? It better be, because Moustachioed George Lazenby will eat your heart if you press the “back” button.
The plan is to analyse each Bond film frame-by-frame. Well, I may not technically be that scrupulous, but the plan is to write about every ten minutes or so of Bond film, or basically anything about the film that immediately springs to mind, and post it online. Also, sometimes porn. That clear enough for you? It better be, because Moustachioed George Lazenby will eat your heart if you press the “back” button.
Go ahead - defy him. But don’t hold me or the kind folks at Blogger responsible for the grisly consequences.“Why not just make a website?” you ask. It’s because I don’t understand HTML. Now go to hell.
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