"Die Another Day," 2002.

they say your favorite james bond film will always be your first. that is not the case for me! this one stinks and turned me off of james bond for like fifteen years

that said, with older, wizened, stupider eyes, there is a lot to love here. diamonds embedded in the face by an explosion? cool. "dna replacement therapy?" ok i guess! sword fight? hell yeah! tortured beard bond? interesting! halle berry's jinx? well she was trying, probably. tsunami surfing? ha ha ha! invisible car? no baby no!

man, what a stinker. sad brosnan didn't get another one after this to redeem himself, but i guess he was gettin pretty roger moore at this point anyway.

"sigmund freud... analyze this" is an essential and load-bearing element of my lexicon, so maybe it was all worth it