The new James Bond film is amazing. It is what a James Bond film is supposed to be. It makes some wonderful references to the previous movies and has a truly creepy villain not desirous of world domination just that scary mix of 2 parts insane and 1 part singular determination. The locations are breathtaking, as are the fight scenes. Well acted, great music and the lighting and cinematography are, well, I already used "breathtaking" so I will just say Amazing x100. From Istanbul to London to Macao to Scotland...oh Scotland...
Scotland, you are so beautiful and cold, just the the look of ya. Someday I will walk that land and take in the misty, solitary moors. Maybe curl up in bed, warm tea, beautiful view, nice Scottish man under the covers (come on, you had to see this turn of events coming. I just watched a movie with Daniel Craig, in Scotland- Mama like.)
An observation for my Game of Thrones friends - while his hair is too light, it would appear that Bond is a Baratheon (based on the prominence of the Stag motif.)
On the way home I sang the theme music at the top of my lungs with the windows open and the cool night air flowing through the car. It was a good, jazzed drive home. I always adore that feeling after a really good movie where you seem to linger there in the moment for a while after the credits have rolled. That sense of being able to take on the world or still immersed in the reality created by wonderful, creative people is one of my favorite sensation in life. I mean it, aside from the joy of the movie itself, is that revelry where you hang back holding on to the magic just a little longer - it is one of my favorite aspects of being alive and living in this time and place. Movies are magic, movies are portals to all the worlds our hearts have already been and were just waiting for our heads and our senses to catch up. We are so locked, physically, to our daily lives that movies are a freedom, a celebration of all the others things we could be, all of the other things we could do and explore. Now I will go to bed and laze in that presence of being. Let the music play, let the images flow, let the brain go...
Hmm, what was I talking about? Right, Scottish men in my bed. MMM... yeah...
OK, blog over, I have um...chores to do, or something.
Scotland, you are so beautiful and cold, just the the look of ya. Someday I will walk that land and take in the misty, solitary moors. Maybe curl up in bed, warm tea, beautiful view, nice Scottish man under the covers (come on, you had to see this turn of events coming. I just watched a movie with Daniel Craig, in Scotland- Mama like.)
An observation for my Game of Thrones friends - while his hair is too light, it would appear that Bond is a Baratheon (based on the prominence of the Stag motif.)
On the way home I sang the theme music at the top of my lungs with the windows open and the cool night air flowing through the car. It was a good, jazzed drive home. I always adore that feeling after a really good movie where you seem to linger there in the moment for a while after the credits have rolled. That sense of being able to take on the world or still immersed in the reality created by wonderful, creative people is one of my favorite sensation in life. I mean it, aside from the joy of the movie itself, is that revelry where you hang back holding on to the magic just a little longer - it is one of my favorite aspects of being alive and living in this time and place. Movies are magic, movies are portals to all the worlds our hearts have already been and were just waiting for our heads and our senses to catch up. We are so locked, physically, to our daily lives that movies are a freedom, a celebration of all the others things we could be, all of the other things we could do and explore. Now I will go to bed and laze in that presence of being. Let the music play, let the images flow, let the brain go...
Hmm, what was I talking about? Right, Scottish men in my bed. MMM... yeah...
OK, blog over, I have um...chores to do, or something.
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