Shaken, not stirred (17) Hannah Freibert

I spent more time than I am willing to admit trying to submit my review on rotten tomatoes (to no prevail). I'll reiterate once more that technology holds a deep hatred for me, and I for it. So the following should have been on rottentomatoes.com if I could have figured out "how to internet" if the universe would have stopped toying with me.

Now, I'm no movie critic but I will dutifully give my best effort. For a girl who, at age seven, was made watch every Bond movie out on VHS over one long weekend, I'm surprised and more than a little embarrassed to admit it took me over two months to finally watch Craig take on his new and presumably final role as '007. The movie begins with the classic James Bond combination, factoring in beautiful women, chase scenes, and ample explosions. It becomes Bond's mission to stop a rising agency from taking over and dismantling the double 0 program. Craig's coming as Bond marked a transition away from gadgets with cartoon-like functions towards a modernized Bond, one where villains don't have immaculate evil plans but rather nefarious *featured purely for the entertainment of Henry Walther* and sinister goals, like seeking domination of global technology. All the while, though,  featuring the bad ass Bond traits that we love (i.e. fast cars, explosions, and cheeky banter with the antagonists).

Now, food for thought. I loved Daniel Craig as the man with the license to kill. In my opinion, second only to Sean Connery. But assuming that Craig holds true to his statement that he would rather slash his wrists than star in another Bond movie, who takes his place? Sleep on that.