Another from the brazilliant Defamer.
I'm not loving the blond, looks grey in this Youtube vid, and Daniel Craig should shoot the director for allowing that closeup. In the final shot of this French Casino Royale trailer, Bond looks as if he's going to fucking mew. Bond would not mew. Bond would smile knowingly and then shoot me through the heart.
The music, however, once again kicks 99 kinds of ass.
The Fuggers have done it again. Gawd, I love those bitches. And, since my partner in literary snark also ran off to get married, I feel a spiritual kinship to them.
Now, if only I could write something half as funny as this. Alas, it's probably just the Bombay Sapphire that's holding me back. Yeah, that's it. Tom thinks I need more … vitamins:
Mission Unfuggable III: A Play In Three Acts
ACT ONE: THE SURPRISE ARRIVAL
The Place: The Mission Impossible III junket in Rome. Unbeknownst to Philip Seymour Hoffman, his placid afternoon of talking to journalists about the role America's been dying to see him in — as the Man Who Beats the Shit Out of Tom Cruise — is about to be interupted by none other than Tom Cruise HIMSELF…
But Tom is not alone. He has brought three things: his weird new bangs, his tight girl jeans, and his total divorce from reality. He thinks, "AT LAST! I have arrived to SAVE THIS PRESS JUNKET! I can just sneak up behind Hoffman and SAVE THESE GLIB JOURNALISTS FROM HIS REIGN OF TERROR If I'm very, very quiet, HE'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT HIT HIM. I'M A HERO! AGAIN!"
I think Act Two is my favorite. Yep, this one is up there with the Lindsay Lohan/Sharon Stone Drunk post from Oscar night.
From The Smoking Gun:
So what kind of guy parades around in the middle of the day with red and black paint on his face a la Darth Maul? The kind who waves a fake gun around outside a school and then escapes on his waiting skateboard.
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