You really have to consider these films in the period they were released in though.
In 1962 this is as bad ass as you could get.
Totally true, I was meaning more so the Roger Moore/Brosnan movies. I actually like the darker tones Dalton's movies had in between Moore and Brosnan, but they were just made at the wrong time and had underwhelming supporting talent. It's Connery or Craig for me, depending on which side of the bed I wake up on that day.
It's the "beach buggy" syndrome, Fuzz. My mom just got herself one for retirement as they pack up and move to Hilton Head next year. Not like she'll drive it on the beach, but whatever floats her boat.
I used to always associate my Maw Maw with her green beans, never had any as good as her's. Now you come in here talking about banging a green bean lady. Those two mental images are really fuging close to crossing streams. THISfugINGCLOSE.
Thanks, now I'll be in therapy so long, I'll pay for a psychiatrist to send his youngest to college. And my head doc is my brother. fug, another layer of psychoses. It never ends.