I used to jerk off to Sienna Miller. She was in every movie naked, sometiems with bush, all while having a 5 /10 level of talent… But I still used to jerk off to Sienna Miller… So that makes me feel like we have some unspoken bond, that we will carry through our lives forever…only she doesn’t know I exist and if I was to ever meet her while either she or I was busking in a Subway station in London…and I told her about this bond…I would probably be arrested… Either way, she still exists. The post Sienna MIller for Vogue UK of the Day appeared first on DrunkenStepfather .
Design by Vi-An Nguyen Ahead of the “Bond 24″ announcement tomorrow (12/4), we’ve compiled some of the data from my 007 marathon, the Bond-a-Thond, into a handy infographic.
People really ain’t isht. Mother Starves Her Baby Some people shouldn’t have kids. According to Douglas County Sentinel: A Lithia Springs woman is charged with felony cruelty to children after allegedly starving her newborn baby to the point it needed medical attention. Jamie Lynn Bentley, 33, was denied bond Friday by Douglas County Magistrate Court Judge Susan Camp based on charges presented in court. According to authorities, Bentley fed her baby only two ounces of food every six hours from the time it was born. At the age of six weeks, the baby had lost two pounds from its birth weight. It has since been taken from Bentley and, at eight weeks old, has returned to its birth weight in the hospital. “DFCS has been involved in this since the beginning,” said Kristi Wilson, with the Douglas County District Attorney’s Office. “There are a lot of allegations of drug abuse with the mother.” The baby was so starved it apparently was eating its own muscle mass. “They were surprised it was alive,” said Wilson. “We don’t know if there will be any permanent damage to him. Camp had seen pictures of the baby, and said they were “terrible.” “It was skin and bones,” Wilson said. “Certain people have seen the pictures and that’s what it was. They couldn’t even recognize it was a baby in the pictures. The state is adamant that her bond should be denied. Certainly we feel she is a risk of reoffending.” Camp denied bond, saying Bentley is a danger to the victim.”Looking at those pictures, it looks terrible,” she said. “It looks like you really didn’t care anything about the baby and you were just doing what you wanted to do. I’m not saying that’s right but that’s what it looks like. So what I’m going to do is deny your bond. You may have to take this thing to trial because it looks really bad.” The baby was so starved that he was eating his own muscle mass. Dayum. Shutterstock
Not nude in theaters, Skyfall is stacked with Bond babes, and Mr. Skin knows where to see their secret agent glands. Naomie Harris shows her moneypennies in 2010’s Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll , and B
Not nude in theaters, Skyfall is stacked with Bond babes, and Mr. Skin knows where to see their secret agent glands. Naomie Harris shows her moneypennies in 2010’s Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll , and B
Director Sam Mendes and screenwriters, Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and John Logan have done a very wily thing for James Bond’s 50th anniversary: They’ve given 007 a midlife crisis. The trauma takes root during the white-knuckle opening of Skyfall , the best film so far of Daniel Craig ‘s run as Ian Fleming’s suave super spy and one of the best of the Bond franchise. After chasing his quarry by motorcycle over the rooftops of Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar and piloting an earth mover over a speeding train to keep his target from escaping, a wounded Bond loses the battle, and, it appears, his life. But since the movie has only just started, there’s not much doubt that he will back after the eerie-but-dreamy titles sequence set to Adele’s lush theme song . ‘ When he appears on screen again, Bond’s in paradise and presumed dead in the U.K. His wounds have healed, except for the big psychic gash that has him drinking shots while balancing a riled scorpion on his wrist for sport. Alas, even paradise has CNN and, soon, Bond is learning from Wolf Blitzer that MI6’s headquarters have been bombed and it’s time for him to return to the service of his country. Except it’s not as easy as that. After Mike Myers strip-mined the Bond franchise for his Austin Powers parodies, the Bond writers take a cue from The Spy Who Shagged Me and explore the idea: what would happen if James Bond lost his mojo? Although Craig’s chiseled body does not exactly cooperate with the plotline, he does the best acting of his career playing a supremely confident man grappling with the onset of doubt: doubt in himself, doubt in his work and doubt in his superiors, who with the exception of M (played once again with stately grit by Judi Dench), seem to be of the mind that 007 has passed his sell by date. But, shaky as his trigger hand may be, 007 is not going down without a fight. There’s a wonderful scene in the National Gallery in London where Bond meets the new Q, who turns out to be an insouciant young whippersnapper played by the excellent Ben Whishaw. As man and boy genius stare at J.M.W. Turner’s painting The Fighting Téméraire’ tugged to her last Berth to be broken up, Q sets the tone by describing the image as a “grand old warship being ignominiously hauled away to scrap.” He then boasts that he can accomplish more while working his laptop at home “in my pajamas.” Guys like Bond, he implies, are only still around because “Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.” “Or not pulled,” 007 replies before going in for the kill. “It’s hard to know when you’re in your pajamas.” Craig’s searing, stoic performance is beautifully complemented by Javier Bardem’s flamboyant turn as Silva, a former MI6 operative and computer genius who has stolen the list of every NATO agent embedded in enemy camps across the globe and is slowly blowing their covers. Bardem vaults into the pantheon of Bond villains by playing Silva as a bleach-blonde, computer savvy Anton Chigurh, who appears to have a thing for Bond. Even more remarkable, when Silva reveals this attraction to his bound former colleague by caressing his chest, 007 coolly alludes that it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten it on with a guy. Silva has a different kind of hard-on for M, who turns out to be the reason he has hatched his evil plan, which, like the rest of the movie, is more plausible and human-scale than a lot of the world-domination hoo-ha that has taken place in previous Bond films. “Think on your sins,” is the warning message that Silva repeatedly sends M, and when he eventually recounts the blood-curdling turn of events that led him to turn his back on his country, it’s difficult not to have some empathy for him. Skyfall has most of the familiar ingredients of Bond film — beautiful women, sleek cars — the Aston Martin DB5 makes a cameo appearance that will be talked about for a long time — memorable villains and intense action scenes. And yet, the movie is also full of surprises, small and pivotal. You won’t find me spilling any of them though. Not unless martinis are involved. Follow Frank DiGiacomo on Twitter. Follow Movieline on Twitter.
