Bond, James Bond please

As much as I hate to admit it, we went to see the latest Bond film tonight and for the first time ever, they have cast a man in the role that looks like he could kill a man with his bare hands even if it does support a face that is perhaps more interesting than traditionally handsome or pretty.

Not only does the man have a body that most women in the audience were lusting after, but the producers wisely subjected Bond to the worst torture a man could imagine during the same scene where they highlighted the man's physical beauty. Just in case any guy in the theater got at all jealous about what his wife/significant other/"just friends" friend might be thinking as they showed him naked and posed in the perfect light to show of his physique, the bad guy comes along and repeatedly hits Bond in the genitals to try and get a password out of him. A little something for the ladies and a little something for the guys to make them not care so much.

It was reminiscent of choosing Meg Ryan for Sleepless in Seattle. The folks in charge said that they wanted a woman to play the role that every man would want but that no woman would mind them wanting.

I sort of feel like this was the reversal of that but to make sure no man would mind, they had to throw in a little ball breaking.

What exactly does this tell you about men? (insert evil cackle here)