Like, who even knew the fourth Daniel Craig Bond film was coming out this weekend? I mean, other than “everybody except me,” of course.
So, new James Bond film, and somebody actually says: “I am the author of all your pain.” Which, let me just tell you, even if you are the author of all of someone’s pain, try not to gloat, especially like that, because you sound like a real dingus.
Also, Dame Judi Dench is dead, or at least M is, and Bond is on the run again, like usual, and Smug Hipster Q (TM) is less cute than last time, and a helicopter flies upside down, and … I’m sorry, I know that I love British things, but I just don’t care about James Bond.
So, anyway, go see Spectre or don’t, I don’t care.