It’s James Bond time again. I’m sure you’re excited. Yesterday we did Doctor No, the first film and, so far in my experience, the best. But the sequel is, I think, often held up as one of the best. From Russia with Love. Woo, and stuff.
We’ve got a ways to go with Connery, but it’s this film where he actually sets up his character the way he’d play it the rest of the time. James is in danger a lot, and still gets fucked up one or twice, but he’s never afraid and paranoid in the way he is in Doctor No. However, the plot continues from that film, with SPECTRE wanting revenge for Doctor No’s death.
So it’s the day of our lord Thanksgiving, 2012. I have eaten of the fatted bird, I have baked of the fatted pumpkin, and all that is left is the James Bond marathon on teevee. This happens every year. In fact, I might have planned on it. See, I saw Skyfall when it came out a few weeks ago, and like you do whenever you see a Bond movie, I considered all the Bond movies I had seen and those I had not. A friend came into town to see it with TheKittyMeister and me, and lo! he knows all there is to know about them. In about one minute he sketched all the movies, in order, and I saw I had seen many, maybe around half. And, well, despite my growth and my grown-up job and my dissertation and all that shit, I am still a child of the nerdery. I want to have seen all of anything I like, and though I don’t think about them all the time, I do really like the Bond movies and the phenomenon they represent. So, fuck it, why not? Let’s watch all the Bond movies, shall we? The first one’s Doctor No, right?
Ugh. I hate to do this so soon after the pre-Halloween cancellation, but I am travelling across the land for Thanksgiving, and have no delicious post to whet your appetites for your celebratory dinners (assuming you are either American or have something to celebrate. With dinner). So I will, actually, try to get two posts up next week, does that sound pretty good? I defeated that pesky Alduin in Skyrim, maybe that’s worth a look-see…
I read a ghost story. That’s weird for me, weird for this blog, though it might not seem like it at first. So today let’s talk about Elizabeth Gaskell’s “The Nurse’s Story,” though, really, let’s talk about the ghost story.
Arthur Machen was pretty weird, man. I mean, seriously. He talked too much about living in penury in London; he warbled on about religion; he was a weird dude. Wait, sorry, am I channeling my students again? Right, never mind. He wrote weird shit, that’s what I need to tell you. Really weird shit. One of those things was The Three Impostors.