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Is that an AK-47 in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

The name is Bond…James Bond.

That’s right, the spy who loves us (or the man who only lived twice, or he who sends his affection from Russia) is back and better than ever! Seeing Daniel Craig in Quantum of Solace all handsome and rugged in a sharp suit, carrying that oh-so-shiny AK-47 in the hot desert is enough to give all the straight women and gay men of the world permanent heat strokes (if you catch my drift). As if we didn’t swoon enough when we saw him spring out of the ocean in those tiny, package emphasizing powder-blue trunks in Casino Royale.

I’ll be the first to admit that I was one of those die hard 007 fans who nearly had a heart attack when the producers first announced that Daniel Craig was to replace Pierce Brosnan. I was a fervent fan of Pierce and was seriously considering boycotting the new film. Craig was too short, too craggy, too... blonde! I kept telling my dad that Pierce’s receding hairline hadn't even reached critical mass yet, trying to justify to myself why another Brosnan Bond flick would be a good idea (See previous blog on Nic Cage).

I'll be your quantum of solace, James!

I was even more horrified when I realized that Craig was the annoying idiot from Lara Croft: Tomb Raider (wonderful career move, Danny). In my eyes, having Craig play Bond isn’t even like having chicken on Thanksgiving (a cardinal sin in its own right)--it's more having ham on Thanksgiving (completely unthinkable). I was fully prepared to go Gandhi on the film and stage a hunger strike until Pierce was reinstated to his rightful role.

However, since I have no impulse control, I buckled like a belt and saw the movie anyway. Craig looked so great in the Casino Royale trailer, all card-playing and parkour-ing, that I literally felt as if new dawn was upon me, a new era of devilishly handsome British secret agents drinking improperly prepared martinis and driving obscenely fuel-inefficient (but so fast!) cars. By the time I walked out of the theater, I was seriously smitten. Not to mention he sounded a lot hunkier with his British accent than with the extremely annoying and nasal American one he sported for Tomb Raider.

Craig made me laugh, he made me cry, he made me feel things I never thought I ever could in a Bond film (that intense, male-only feeling of having one's balls stomped on). Most important of all, he made me confront what I had been denying all of these years--that 007 had been crap ever since Sean Connery left (with the exception of a few Roger Moore films). And don’t even get me started on George Lazenby in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. That movie was so terrible I would rather be tied up Clockwork Orange-style and made to watch Glitter ten times in a row than have to see it again (Editor's Note: A fate I would not wish upon my worst enemy). And that is how Craig became Daniel.

So although Pierce Brosnan will always be in my heart, I have had to move him down a couple notches to make room for Daniel Craig. Sorry Pierce. And thank you Daniel, for transforming James Bond movies into legitimate films again. I will see you on the 14th, with a sham martini. Shaken not stirred. As if you give a damn.