Why were Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig so much better than all the previous 007s?
Why were Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig so much better than all the previous 007s?
You know why pierce is best bond
Connery and Brosnan are the best Bonds. Craig’s Bond was just a knee jerk reaction to the success of the Bourne series.
I was really hoping for a new Bond, instead we get bloated face Craig, limping around for another film phoning it in.
Casino Royal was great but it was all downhill from there
>swn breastfeed you
Because 99% of this board weren't born when the others were around
>boomer mom still thinks Connery is best bond
Brosnan's Bond was awful, zero good films. Craig has one good film (CR) but it still has nothing on the others purely because how different it is
Why excluding Spectre?
Connery didn't even hit the 10 kill mark, he was shit.
Goldeneye is amazing you fucking fuck. Fuck you.
>Brosnan's Bond was awful, zero good films
Dalton is unironically the best Bond.
It really isn't. It's so embarrassing bad in all departments and feels like a cynical parody of what came before.
>Goldeneye
>bad film
this, gentlemen, is a pleb
wtf Roger Moore was the best Bond by a mile.
samefag
nice baits faggots
Lazenby was better.
what a c*ck
People like you should be lined up against a wall and shot.
Thanks for completely derailing my argument you twat
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Pierce is an architect.
Craig is the only one who has a decent physical condition. He's the most believable.
Connery
Moore
Dalton
Craig
Lazenby
*POWER GAP*
Brosnan
Skyfall is kino dude.
just ask for the like if you are so desperate
By kino you must mean pretentious crap that thinks it's far cleverer than it actually is
fuck, my anus just dilated
what a dad🐰
This
When I hit thirty, he brought me a cake,
three layers of icing, home-made,
a candle for each stone in weight.
The icing was white but the letters were pink,
they said, eat me. And I ate, did
what I was told. Didn’t even taste it.
Then he asked me to get up and walk
round the bed so he could watch my broad
belly wobble, hips judder like a juggernaut.
The bigger the better, he’d say, I like
big girls, soft girls, girls I can burrow inside
with multiple chins, masses of cellulite.
I was his Jacuzzi. But he was my cook,
my only pleasure the rush of fast food,
his pleasure, to watch me swell like forbidden fruit.
His breadfruit. His desert island after shipwreck.
Or a beached whale on a king-size bed
craving a wave. I was a tidal wave of flesh
too fat to leave, too fat to buy a pint of full-fat milk,
too fat to use fat as an emotional shield,
too fat to be called chubby, cuddly, big-built.
The day I hit thirty-nine, I allowed him to stroke
my globe of a cheek. His flesh, my flesh flowed.
He said, Open wide, poured olive oil down my throat.
Soon you’ll be forty… he whispered, and how
could I not roll over on top. I rolled and he drowned
in my flesh. I drowned his dying sentence out.
I left him there for six hours that felt like a week.
His mouth slightly open, his eyes bulging with greed.
There was nothing else left in the house to eat.
The fuck did Brosnan do to kill so many? Set off a nuke?
ok
cool🍶
unbelievably based
sean connery was better than both imo
I will have a dry martini and for her a hot buttered chartreuse. And don't be shy with the butter.
lol no