Run away with me

I love movies. I love the way movies draw me in, make me feel and think and rethink. I love terrible movies that make me laugh and important movies that make me cry.

Punky and I bonded over a terrible movie on our first date and I often think our connection wouldn't have been as strong had the movie been good. Every year, a cable channel shows all the Bond movies during the Holidays. Punky loves watching them while I sit by, asking for clarifications of logic and complaining about poorly written female leads.

But we went to the new Bond last night. The buzz made me excited about a Bond we could both love. The opening chase scene was incredible, but believable fun. The bad guy was creepy, but dynamic. The female lead was smart, but clearly not a trained spy and it therefore made sense when she needed help.

And Bond? Perfect. I'm not sure Daniel Craig is ready for Shakespeare, but as Bond he performs mostly through looks and delievers one-liners without the icky aftertaste. Both in the movie and in Hollywood, he has to prove himself worthy of double-O status and he does. The coolest thing? He screws up. Big time. But we see why and we watch him work through how to fix the problem (wish we could see that in other parts of the newspaper). And, okay, the man is hot.

And as a Bond movie? Sure, there are sizable holes in the plot, but nothing like the last few Bond movies. Nothing out-of-control illogical. Just lots of fun.