Quantum of Solace

December 14, 2008


Thoughts while watching Quantum of Solace:

“Wow, we’re less than a half hour into the movie, and I feel like there’s been about two pages worth of dialog and a hundred million dollars worth of action sequences. So far my expectations are being exceeded.”

“This is probably intentional, but I don’t think a movie has ever made me want to buy sunglasses more than this has so far. I’m guessing the cheapest pair worn is around $200.”

“What’s the deal with this girl’s back scar? Is that going to be explained or is it like the scar on the arm of the Top Chef host’s arm, it’s just there. I kind of like the idea of it not being explained.”

“So James Bond is basically the Hulk in this movie, right? So far he’s ripped off a metal door handle without flinching and also flipped a motorcycle with one arm… I love it.”

“This CIA agent looks exactly like Phil Jackson, if PJ was about 20 years younger and 20 pounds heavier. Still…”

“Just ‘Fields’? I feel like we’re getting set up for some horribly cheesy innuendo of a name, but what could you add to ‘Fields’? I’m guessing ‘Strawberry,’ but that doesn’t really have a sexual connotation, does it? I’m googling that right now.”

“Why is this woman walking barefoot through the desert, she should just rip the heels off her shoes or something. That seems unnecessarily painful.”

“Does Canada really have a secret service, and if so, why is this lady in Russia, and what does that have to do with this guy? I’m totally confused by this scene…wait, is that the end? Seriously, what just happened? Hmm.. I still kind of like this better than the last one.”