Well, I went to CR today, so here's my review:Casino Royale can be summed up in one word: Complete. Minus potential racism and the fact that I was sitting next to two rare humanoid hippopotami, it was just that. My father(who kept harping that it was great and that I should see it) and I arrived about 10 minutes before the movie started. And by movie, I mean boring trailers that made me want to rip the stuffing out of my seat and kill myself with it. Though I must say I'm looking forward to Spiderman 3. So we got there, and as people normally do, awkwardly look for a seat that didn't have snot-covered popcorn or annoying people next to it. We failed miserably. We sat on the far right side, only one seat separating myself from the nearest hippopotamus. As I walked by to go to my seat, I nearly tripped over her massive "legs" as she tried to cram them under her seat. I'd also like to mention that the stupid bi*ch left her purse on the seat between us the whole time, and if I didn't have the pickpocketing skills of a mentally impaired gorilla, I could've stolen something. Though I don't much taste for cake crammed in a baggie and thrown in a purse mixed with other disgusting morsels anyway.Ah yes, the movie. Well it started interestingly enough, the black and white effect leaving me confused as to whether I had accidently walked into Sin City 2: The Sequel Which Probably Shouldn't Be, or if my eyes were messed up. I punched myself in the eyes, which I'm sure will leave marks tomorrow leading to "Hey fag, did your gay boyfriend hit you in the eye?" and ever-so much more vague but ever so much less witty "What did YOU do this weekend". Turns out the movies was meant to be B&W. I'd forgotten how Bond movies work, so I didn't realize there was a song coming after the little intro. This horrid song combined with the disco-like FX left me ripping at my seat to get the stuffing out and either blind and deafen myself, or force the now-snorting hippos next to me to suffocate.Now about the beginning chase scene. Putting the fact that it's another white man chasing another black man down out of my mind, it was mind boggling what the stunt man did in those scenes. Guy has to be made of titanium. As I told BCB, the guy's on PCP, he doesn't feel pain.My favorite quote from the movie was definitely the exchange between Bond, who now takes the #2 spot on my bond list behind Connery, and the ever beatiful and sexy Vesper. It goes like this:Bond: "You're not my type anyway"Vesper: "Smart?"Bond: "Single."The rest of the movie went swimmingly, and I'd like to point out one of the many clever things in it. The song sung(if you call it sung) in the intro was called something like "Do you know my name?" or something gay like that. And then the movie ends with "Bond, James Bond." to show the stupid fat beer guzzling critics that he is indeed Bond.Though there was one particularly gut-wrenching scene where a certain faggot bad guy(he seriously looks like a douche) does a little number on Mr. Bond's jewelz. Twas a scene that should make every male watching want to die. Though due to the greatness of this film, they added some humor to make it better.If there's one reason to watch this great film(worth 7.5 dollars easily), it's Eva Green. Not only does she play her part well, but she has me on the bandwagon. The "I LOVE EVA, AND NOT THAT STUPID UGLY HOE DATING TONY PARKER" bandwagon. Alba may be the hottest, but as of now I'm going to say Green is the most beautiful. I left the theatre to learn that both my Suns and Colts won. Good day.To end this review, I give you advice: Never sit next to creatures that look like one more pastry could cause them to explode pork fat and god-knows-what-else all over you at any time.