The film’s production team were tasked with honouring Bond’s 40th anniversary, and they created something that paid so much tribute to the Bond series that we ended up with a film that was a gurning, moronic self-satisfied cretin of a movie. Put yourself in my position – you’ve just watched the Bond franchise fire a nail gun into its own ball-sack over and over for two hours in the absolutely dire Die Another Day, a film that didn’t just jump the shark, it strapped rockets to itself and then took off over Sea World. You have to understand that there’s a reason I like Casino Royale so much. Three Blokes and a Chick Watch: Casino Royale
