Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

18.07.2009 James Bond & Riddick


James Bond movies - tonight’s edition
of From Russia With Love – are meant
for consumers – I’m an avid consumer
of James Bond movies

Always ready to hang on Sean Connery’s
lips, admire the heroine, weave a new
dream around the Bond framework, no
work or reading done

Tonight is filled with fun, Chronicles Of
Riddick* coming up, his voice, his mag-
nificent poise, everything conspires to
create the ultimate hero

I LOVE getting swept off my feet by
movie hero’s; sharing the aberrations
of 21st century consumer society…

* Vin Diesel in “Chronicles of Riddick” and
even more enchanting in “The Pacifier”.

Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, September 01, 2009
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