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We went to see Casino Royale the day after Thanksgiving, just like all the other families and groups of teenagers looking for obvious Hollywood fare. Ahh, the suburbs!

I enjoyed the movie, though it seems that they made a Bond movie for people who aren’t impressed with Bond movies. This Bond gets his hands dirty when he kills. He doesn’t fuss over the specifics of martini shaking or stirring. And for a little while, the audience is even left wondering if his sexual prowess survived a run-in with torture. Definitely a new kind of Bond, and likely over-due, as the series has become more of an object of mocking than an exciting action franchise.

Unfortunately, it’s way too long. I think that all B-movies (anything that’s not an epic drama, really) should come in under 2 hours. Casino Royale is 2 1/2 hours, with a boring poker scene in the middle that seems to go one forever, obviously intending to appeal to all the people (whoever they are) who watch poker on tv.