You’re licensed to chill me, Mr Craig
Not only has the uproar of our national politics made the UK a global laughing stock, now people are taking the mickey out of Daniel Craig, too. the rotters.
Craig turned up at a James Bond launch in Jamaica recently, wearing plimsolls and a pained expression, as if the whole junket was several fathoms beneath him.
As filming begins on the 25th 007 movie, American newspapers are lining up to take potshots, calling the 51year-old actor a pouting curmudgeon and a grump, someone who has ruined Bond.
they would prefer to see the humour brought back, along with the silly gadgets and the laughs.
Please, no. While Craig might be a ghastly thesp in real life, I loved his portrayal — he was the only Bond who seemed like he really meant it; that jaded darkness and brooding patriotic fervour somehow chimed with the times.
that scene in Skyfall where he stands on a roof in Westminster as Union flags flutter across London, looking absolutely furious — well that said it all for me. Plus his sheer physicality in the role, which trounces all those smirking pseuds.
And if we think Daniel is too right on and Leftie, I shudder to think what will come next.