The Name's Shah, Neville Shah

Just sounds so cool man. Only if I had said it first.

Every time I watch a Bond film, at the end of it, for some godforsaken reason, I feel like Bond. First, comes the walk. The really hyper rabbit-footed Neville metamorphosed into this cool gentleman. Upright, on the look-out and just as confident.

Then out comes the accent. All of a sudden, I get accent. It's not an accent, it's just that all of a sudden I enunciate.

Then I drive. And it's not just any drive, it's the drive of a 'double O'. Smooth. My meagre Santro transforms itself into my very own Aston Martin. It's like I suddenly have a License to Kill. (Ok sorry. Bad Pun.)

Ok, so I saw Casino Royale. Not your regular James Bond flick. you cool cars, cooler chases, hot chicks, hotter gadgets, cool moves and cooler dialogues.

Ok I take the last one back. This had some really cool lines. Very Bond.

But this Bond was cold. He falls in love. AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Bond isn't supposed to fall in love. Not only that, no car chases. What that? That's not Bond car chase. Then there is a lot more to it.

Daniel Craig, finally the first truly English Bond. After a Scot, Welsh, AUSTRALIAN and Irish. So yeah, you see where I am going.

Bottomline. I like the film in isolation. Don't do this again to Bond. And oh yeah, Mr. Craig Jolly Good Show. I'll give you another chance.

I know he doesn't care. But it's my blog. So ding da da ding da da ding da da ding. Tanataaaanaaaa tanata. It's the text version of the Bond theme. Maybe I should copyright it. Aah! there's a thought.