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Casino Royale

(1967)

What the Christ-kicking fuck???? In this James Bond movie, James Bond is a pussy-hating queer who takes over the spy agency or whatever and trains this other guy to hate pussy too. Then he decides every secret agent should be named James Bond (what an egotistical ass), so suddenly there's like four James Bonds running around. James Bond II is the one trained to hate pussy, James Bond III is really good at playing cards, and James Bond IV is a hot chick. There's not actually a story or anything- everybody just runs around like a fucking idiot, that is when they're not just standing there talking and doing absolutely nothing for like hours at a time. Finally at the end there's a huge fight between a bunch of spies, cowboys, Indians, and sea lions, but nobody actually wins because the whole place explodes and they all die. I think it's supposed to be like Get Smart! or something, except instead of just not being funny it's not funny and doesn't make any fucking sense. Imagine if taking acid was really boring and you'll get a good idea of what watching this is like. It's a miserable piece of fucking shit, and every single prick who had anything to do with it or ever said anything good about it deserves to have their goddamn teeth kicked in. Suck my balls, Casino Royale.


 

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