Male Bonding

The plan was to get together with a bunch of friends and see Casino Royale. The idea had been floated at Work Buddy’s birthday party but nothing more was said until, out of the blue, Our Pal sent out an email seeing who was up for it.

It still seemed like a good idea, until it became clear the day everyone was looking to go was this Thursday. While I’m looking forward to seeing the reinvention of James Bond, I don’t have such a hard on for it that I want to see it on the opening day.

Seeing it then places too much importance on the film and too many expectations. Make that kind of effort and the film has to satisfy our every need. And, in this case, justify its bloody deeds. Which means too much is riding on it to be a piece of good, solid entertainment.

First days for franchise films also get the really avid fans. At least, in this instance, they won’t be dressed up as stormtroopers and Jedi Knights and be grateful to sit after standing in line for weeks on end. But its still the kind of people who fervently applaud the BBFC certificate. Who are exactly the sort of fervent mad-clowns I tend to shy right away from.

And anyway, Thursday night sees the broadcast of the third episode of The State Within. Bond can wait.