50 GREATEST FICTIONAL BADASSES
#9 -COMMANDER JAMES BOND.
It’s the human moments in the series that win me over, starting with the death of his wife Teresa in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. I suppose that’s why I like Daniel Craig’s pictures so much (Casino Royale remains my favorite in the series, and after watching Skyfall again, now wholeheartedly love it).
I’m a lonely voice in the wild by stating my adoration for Timothy Dalton and his two films. To me, he was what Bond is: calculating and dangerous — a far cry from Pierce Brosnan’s parade of super gadgets (an invisible car? Jesus, really?!) and Roger Moore’s leisurely strolls. Not to say either of those two failed — Goldeneye was wonderful, same with The Spy Who Loved Me. But Bond to me will live and die by the slogan “license to kill”… and death is a very dirty business.
Jay Leno had a joke once (no, really — I’m serious, he really did) where he said “We all think James Bond as this ultimate ladies’ man. But fellas, if you can’t score with a chick named Pussy Galore, you’re not doing something right.”