I really enjoyed the new Bond film, as well. In spite of the fact that the Blonde Bond is freakin’ SEXY, there was a lot of creative license done in this film that I hadn’t seen in earlier films. I admit, I was kind of disappointed at the lack of hot dancing women in the opening sequence and girl toys throughout the movie *sniff* but the creative license with the characters was refreshing. There was a lot of miss but also a lot of hit in this film. GEORGEOUS settings. The Love Interest was actually very fascinating as a person rather than being just a sex object (not that I object to the later, either, seeing as this IS double-O-seven). However, I wish the director hadn’t taken such creative leeway with the script, cut a bit on the action, and given the characters more dialog. I’m used to the witty tete at tete with the original Bond films, and that’s something I’d like to see more of from this particular brand of Bond in the future.

Almost 20 years ago, I sat down in the theater to see Wings of Desire, and they started showing Platoon Leader instead. I went to tell them about the problem, but it’s amazing how many people sat in the theater and kept watching the screen.

Was it that ol’ Robin Williams magic? Was it the music? Or could it be, as the movie’s theme suggests, that humans really do respond better to dancing?

I think the answer to this one is rather simple, unlike movies like The Wild and Flushed Away, the ads made Happy Feet look like a good movie. CGI’s nice and all but a good story trumps pretty after we’ve seen a half-dozen pretty films.

(Spoiler alert) If you think about it, if those kids in the other theater saw the first five minutes or so of “Casino Royale,” they saw some pretty graphic violence, murder and mayhem. (End of spoiler alert)

In all the years I’ve been regularly going to the movies, this is the only time I can remember a case where two films were switched. How nutty is that?

By the way — I thought “Casino Royale” was pretty darn good, and easily the best Bond film I’ve seen in 30 years or so.

Was it that ol’ Robin Williams magic? Was it the music? Or could it be, as the movie’s theme suggests, that humans really do respond better to dancing?