Track Mangoes

For the first half of this movie I tried to appreciate what it was doing for it's nuance. Then I remembered that I was in the MoA where they feed nuance to the sting rays that have to swim round and round in circles for all the Minnesotans to see. I would hate being a sting ray. I never took the James Bond series as the kind that liked to dabble in post-modernism, but they must be, because this newest flick had no plot. Yet, as I was sitting in my chair in an empty theater, I couldn't help but feel enthralled by the boat scene, the car scene, and yes, that Haitian chick was Sass-y. Perhaps this evidences a move in cinema to finally admit what we have all known all along: it doesn't really matter if mainstream hollywood pix have a plot of not, we just want titties/fire/boom! Quantum of Solace: no plot, no problem, we'll still rock your socks. And who was that Bolivian dictator supposed to be? You know, the one who can't stop raping all the women and children? I think there's a metaphor in there somewhere; maybe one of the writers is bitter...and a lesbian. Stand back, I now have control of the worlds supply of water, or was it oil, no it was water, I remember now. At least there's always the dame Judy.