A Pussy Bond(TM) Round-up

Despite many appeals to God to pleasepleaseplease make the bad man stop, they just keep on coming.

First we have a Bond who's scared of socialites and, apparently, knows his Pucci when he sees it.

Second, fresh from his Oscar victory on Sunday night, we have Paul Haggis---the writer/director of Crash and a writer on Casino Royale---declaring that:

{...}But all the bells and whistles, all the things that Q used to give him, the gadgets, those are all gone. "So you deal with the character as an assassin and what it feels like to be an assassin. "And I ask the questions, 'Why does he treat women the way that he treats them?' "So I've either helped to re-energise this series, or I've just ruined James Bond for everybody forever."

And, last but not least, we have the Pussy Bond (TM) admitting he never really wanted to be Bond in the first place.

Yep.

And because of the producers refusal to pay Pierce---or Clive Owen, or Hugh Jackman or any number of other decent, hardworking actors who would have actually appreciated the job---fair market value for his services, we have this jagoff.

{Many thanks to Chrissy, who keeps emailing me all these stories}

Posted by Kathy at March 8, 2006 09:48 AM | TrackBack