Bond. James Bond.

Daniel Craig's portrayal of Bond: cold, edgy, steely, hot.

Normally, I am not the least bit attracted to a blue-eyed blonde-haired man. Daniel Craig has changed all of that for me. This man exudes I-Don't-Know-What on the big screen and I was more than happy to spend 1 hour and 48 minutes admiring his beauty.

At one point, after a long action sequence involving sweat and dirt and more dirt and sweat:

Shalane: He needs a shower.

OO7 Lover: No he doesn't.

There was a plot? Yes, there was a plot. It involved good triumphing over evil and some revenge accompanied by some dry humor and...did I mention the scenery wasn't so bad?

I will have to go see it again, though, because we saw this opening weekend and by the time we got to the theater the "I can see the screen fine from here" seats were mostly taken or saved (perhaps another rant for another time). So, we sat in the third row. It was a little hard to see everything on the screen and take it all in. Still, at such close range, it was easy to see those amazing icey blue eyes...the rock hard abs...and admire the confidence that is OO7.

Dinner wasn't so bad, either. I had prime rib with 14 Hands Cabernet Sauvignon. Mmmm. Mmmm. Good.