Casino Royale
If I suffered a catastrophic memory loss and all memory of the film Casino Royale was removed from my mind, I think I'd be a very different person. At the time of its release, I was 15 years old, already well versed in all things Bond (having done a public speaking contest at my school on the topic, where I enjoyed saying "Pussy Galore" to a hall full of students and teachers), and was already ready to defend the then controversial picking of Daniel Craig. I'd read all the Fleming books, I had the DVD boxset, I'd played the games, I thought Bond was "it". Casino Royale was however something else. I remember seeing it for the first time on a Wednesday night, at a charity screen at the Vue cinema in Southport, England. And then again on the weekend. And then again the next week. Then twice again in Australia, visiting family later in the year. The amount of times I've seen it since then? Countless. Is this the best Bond film in the series? Probably. I...