I had tears in my eyes as the lights turned on.
People were laughing and one teenage boy said to his friend, "I think that was the best James Bond movie yet ."
I'm considering blaming my emotional outburst on some sort of hormonal imbalance but I think just a little bit of those tears were real.
A whimpering, scared old man is lying on his stomach on a dirt road and is using his thin arms to pull his body to safety. His leg has been shot. Once the scared old man reaches the stairs leading up to his home he looks up, his whimpering now turned to sobbing, and the person who shot him, a fit man with a large gun, says "the name's Bond, James Bond."
Hail Bond: A murderer and torturer of the weak and old.
I just think the whole thing is a bit absurd - to glorify torture.
