Always knew he’d make a good Bond.
And for those whose preferences run to the other gender, there is always Eva Green who is also looking so stunningly beautiful I’d do her.
The slightly worrying thing however is that my biggest sigh of lust in the entire film was not reserved for either Mr Craig or Ms. Green. It was for the mind-blowingly gorgeous Aston Martin DBS that Bond is issued with and, in true Bond tradition, writes-off in about five minutes flat. (I think I was more upset about the fate of the car than I was about the fate of James Bond).
I’m not a petrol head by any stretch of the imagination but this car…
*weeps in despair*
I’ve always had a think for Aston Martin’s and the classic British cars – a good old E-type Jag is another that is guaranteed to get me swooning into the passenger seat – something I think is probably due to watching the earlier Bond movies when I was far too young. Maybe Bond didn’t always drive one, but the DB5 is still the quintessential car to me.
So modern cars have the safety, the fuel economy, and the road handling and the yada yada yada. Ferrari’s, Porsche’s and Lamborghini’s have the raw muscle. BMW’s and Mercedes have the money and the prestige. But these Aston’s (and Jag’s) have style. They are so ravishing it almost hurts.
It’s never going to happen this side of Hell turning into an ice rink, but if I somehow do manage to get my hands on one of these cars, don’t for the life of you think I’m going to be happy keeping to the passenger’s side. Oh no, it would be the driving seat all the way baby!
Well, everyone knows the passenger seat is also an ejector seat… 😉