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Daniel Craig: 'Skyfall' Sets UK Seven-Day Box Office Record!

Daniel Craig: 'Skyfall' Sets UK Seven-Day Box Office Record!

Daniel Craig heads out of his home in sweats to make his way to a workout session on Thursday (November 1) in London, England.

The 44-year-old actor’s new James Bond film Skyfall was released in the UK last week and has been breaking records left and right.

The film just took the seven-day box office record in the country, bringing in a total of $60 million in its first week of release and topping previous record holder Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2‘s $57.6 million.

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  • badr

    hey . am from morocco actually i like all james bond’s movies . but i haven’t watch the skyfall . james bond is the best actor i have ever seen he acts perfecly . :)

  • Guinness

    Sweet, yes, thank you Amy.
    And thx as always Fio.
    And thank you Mendel.
    And thank you Dan. Love you for stating that–if it gets ONE person to vote for Obama, then you are essentially helping the cause against the Tories. Seriously. Sweetness. That is very awesome of you to know and wield “your power” of what you stand for… (ah, wielding your “power” *winky dink* to other cheeky female Brit!!!)
    If you need any help–with anything—I am willing to do anything for you… ANYTHING….. :) ohmygasharoonie, i can;t thing of anythign else to say now…just going down my lkist in my head of what i would do for him…and i just wrote going down and headn thei== in the same sentenbce, i got to get a towlle for leather chair……

    i will be awake for a while–check in later taters…. what else you got Fio??

  • Mendel

    to Amy

    “I like that man a lot. I respect him. I trust him.”

    Just gotta love Dan :)

    to Fio

    Thanks for all the great links. When are you going to see Skyfall?

    Hi Guinness

    “That is very awesome of you to know and wield “your power” of what you stand for… (ah, wielding your “power” *winky dink* to other cheeky female Brit!!!)”

    LOL! Now I am thinking of nekkid Dan, wielding his power… *grin*

    “i just wrote going down and headn thei== in the same sentenbce, i got to get a towlle for leather chair……”


    “i will be awake for a while–check in later taters….”

    When do your polls close? I am sitting here, listening to discussions on the American elections and waiting for first results.

  • Amy

    I’m watching CNN now. It looks like it’s going to be breathtakingly very close!

  • Guinness

    California is 3 hours behind East coast, so nothing official until at least 10PM. but in america, polls close diff times, some states are a “given” as to which is “fav” candidate… And I can’t believe it is going to be close race. It shouldn’t be, IMO. My state is a crucial deciding state, and they won’t announce the winners until at least 10PM eastern standard. (ah, we went to sleep one election, when a major news station announced a winner, then we woke up to the major news stations apologizing that they called it WRONG–that the Tory actuallyone. Huh? yeah. scary. crappy. poo poo.) AND–I may be in 2 diff newspapers….if I am, I will post for fun.—with pic of Dan cuz this aint my thread!!!

    Well, if it is the Mitt-Tory, I may have to swim to a better place… I think your sofa/couch is big enough for the 4 of us, if I remember correctly Mendel? (I don’t remember much that morning–sorry! And I still can’t get that stain out!) Hellll, the 2 girls can sleep on the floor!!!

    And maybe Dan would have to do some Bond-kicking-Tory’s butt stunts. aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  • Amy

    Obama wins re-election! Guinness, sleep tight. :)

  • Fio

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  • Guinness

    I knew it! Thanks Amy. I will sleep easier for the next 4 years.
    AND my state has made a record of a delegation of non-tories going to US Senate AND all 3 are women. AMAZING. We are making the world a better place–slowly. And Dan is a part of the change–with his vid & wig, and his endorsing OBAMA. Thanks Dan. I owe you a Guinness!!!

    Thanks Fio…gots to read those posts!! some of the quips are quite funny, but I think that the author misses the markk from the “get-go”…. How can he state in the title that Bond faces irrelevance, when it is the top grossing movie? I think this article is fighting irrelevance. i would hate to write for a paycheck(unless it was ok to shoot my mouth off and not get in trouble or thrown in gaol Mendel)…do people actually believe what they write or do they do it because they have to? or they just choose topics they are inherently opposed to and that shows their briliance.

    (oh–on the Graham Norton show—Mendel, did you see what Dan called his winky when he was young person? yey. he has always thought of it as something special…there is something animalistically sexxxxily testosteronie-filled in that… )

  • Fio

    Hi, Guinness
    Have you seen the Graham Norton Show? :)

    Episode 12.2 – Bond Special: Daniel Craig, Dame Judi Dench, Javier Bardem

  • Fio

    The Graham Norton Show – S12x02 – Daniel Craig, Judi Dench, Javier Bardem Part 1
    The Graham Norton Show – S12x02 – Daniel Craig, Judi Dench, Javier Bardem Part 2

  • Fio

    The Graham Norton Show – S12x02 – Daniel Craig, Judi Dench, Javier Bardem Part 3

    Hi, Mendel
    Nah, Skyfall hasn’t come out yet in my place :(

  • Guinness

    aawwww-thx Fio. I was able to watch it. THank you!
    BUT I was disappointed Graham didn’t pull up my all-time-fav pic of him….(oh, you know it DIH. and we got snow!! more to come today too. gots to make a fire tonight!) it beats the Moll look! totally.

  • Guinness

    dang Dan! West coast? hhmmm. good move with weather crappy and NYC in a state of confusion. But–boston is clear!!
    He is going over us!


    Craig’s 007 reinvigorated in ‘Skyfall’

    In this 50th year of the James Bond series, with the dismal “Quantum of Solace” (2008) still in our minds, “Skyfall” triumphantly reinvents 007 in one of the best Bonds ever. This is a full-blooded, joyous, intelligent celebration of a beloved cultural icon, with Daniel Craig taking full possession of a role he previously played unconvincingly. I don’t know what I expected in Bond No. 23, but certainly not an experience this invigorating.

    The movie’s innovations begin in its first shots, which abandon the familiar stalking silhouettes in the iris lens, and hit the ground running. Bond and another agent are in Istanbul, chasing a man who has stolen a crucial hard drive, and after a chase through city streets (involving no less than three Fruit Cart Scenes), 007 is running on top of a train. We know from earlier films that Bond can operate almost anything, but “Skyfall” incredibly has him commandeer a giant Caterpillar and continue the chase by crushing a flatcar filled with VW Beetles.
    It’s the kind of absurd stunt we expect in a Bond movie, but this one relies on something unexpected: a dead-serious M (Judi Dench), following the action from M16 in London and making a fateful decision. After an enemy agent grabs Bond as a human shield, M’s other agent, Eve (Naomie Harris), has both men in her gun sights. The stakes are very high. “Take the shot!” M commands. Bond seems to die, although since this happens around the 20-minute mark, we’re not very surprised that he doesn’t.

    M begins to compose the obituary of Commander James Bond, and she might as well also be writing her own. Time has passed her by, she’s older, and her new boss, Mallory (Ralph Fiennes), convenes a public (!) hearing requiring her to defend her tenure. It’s time for a generation to be put out to pasture. Even Q and, as it turns out, Miss Moneypenny are practically kids.

    M is not quire ready to retire, and “Skyfall” at last provides a role worthy of Judi Dench, one of the best actors of her generation. She is all but the co-star of the film, with a lot of screen time, poignant dialogue, and a character who is far more complex and sympathetic than we expect in this series. The film is guided by a considerable director (Sam Mendes), written by the heavyweights Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and John Logan, and delivers not only a terrific Bond but a terrific movie, period. If you haven’t seen a 007 for years, this is the time to jump back in.

    There’s a theory that you can grade the Bonds on the quality of their villains. In “Skyfall,” this is a cerebral megalomanic named Silva, played by Javier Bardem, whose unpronounceable Anton Chigurh in “No Country for Old Men” approached the high-water mark of Hannibal Lecter. Here he plays a bleached blond computer whiz who stole the drive containing the guarded identities of every M16 agent. Are we supposed to think of Julian Assange?

    This is a brand-new Bond with love and respect for the old Bond. This is dramatized during Bond’s visit to the weathered Scottish mansion inhabited by Kincade (Albert Finney), which has secrets to divulge and continues the movie’s rewriting of the character’s back story. During the early Bonds, did we ever even ask ourselves about 007’s origins in life? “Skyfall” even produces a moment designed to inspire love in Bond fans: a reappearance of the Aston Martin DB5 from “Goldfinger,” which remains in good operating condition.

    Just as Christopher Nolan gave rebirth to the Batman movies in “The Dark Knight,” here is James Bond lifted up, dusted off, set back on his feet and ready for another 50 years. And am I completely misguided when I expect to see Miss Moneypenny become a Bond girl in the next film?

    What a Man! What a Suit! ‘Skyfall,’ With Daniel Craig as James Bond
    When James Bond dashed into Buckingham Palace in July to pick up Queen Elizabeth so they could parachute into the Olympic opening ceremony, it was tough to picture what he could do for an encore. Zip line into the next European summit meeting with Angela Merkel tucked under his arm? Wrestle nude on the frozen banks of the Volga with Vladimir Putin? Turning Britain’s royal octogenarian into a Bond girl was a stroke of cross-marketing genius that profited queen and country both, while also encapsulating the appeal of the 007 brand in the age of aerial drones.
    It’s the human factor, to borrow somewhat perversely a phrase from Graham Greene, who worked for Britain’s foreign intelligence agency MI6. In his novel “The Human Factor,” about a double agent, Greene sought, he said, to portray the British secret service unromantically, with “men going daily to their office to earn their pensions.” Bond is wearing a silver-gray suit when he powers into “Skyfall,” the latest 007 escapade, but it isn’t cut for office work. The suit is seductively tight, for starters, and moves like a second skin when Daniel Craig in his third stint as Bond races through an atavistic opener that — with bullets buzzing and M (Judi Dench) whispering orders in his ear — puts him back on mortal, yet recognizably Bondian, ground.

    And just in time too, given that he looked as if he were on the Bataan Death March in his last film, “Quantum of Solace.” Directed by a surprisingly well-equipped Sam Mendes, “Skyfall” is, in every way, a superior follow-up to “Casino Royale,” the 2006 reboot that introduced Mr. Craig as Bond. “Skyfall” even plays like something of a franchise rethink, partly because it brings in new faces and implies that Bond, like Jason Bourne, needed to be reborn. The tone is again playful and the stakes feel serious if not punishingly so. This is a Bond who, after vaulting into a moving train car, pauses to adjust a shirt cuff, a gesture that eases the scene’s momentum without putting the brakes on it.

    That “Skyfall” includes a sequence on a train — a passenger one, no less — suggests that this may be very much like your granddaddy’s Bond, even without the bikinied backdrop. From the initial sequence, one of those characteristic supersize set pieces that precede the opening credits, Mr. Mendes shows that he’s having his fun with 007. The opening doesn’t just take place in Turkey, one of those putatively exotic locales adorned with woven carpets and dark-complexioned extras, it also includes smoothly choreographed mayhem in both a crowded bazaar and outdoor market. There, amid these familiar action-cinema signposts, Bond and another agency operative, the suitably named Eve (Naomie Harris), chase down a baddie as locals and oranges scatter.

    Bondologists may linger over that Turkey location. Globe tripping has always been as crucial to the movies as groovy gadgets: it’s an elegant way to map the geopolitical coordinates while providing armchair adventure for the rest of us. Here, though, you have to wonder if Mr. Mendes and the writers Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and John Logan have folded some 007 arcana into the mix. Turkey plays a major role in the second, often most critically celebrated Bond film, “From Russia With Love,” which, like this one, includes a lethal fight on a train, a formidable blond male adversary and an island headquarters. But whether the filmmakers want to intimate that this is the rightful follow-up to the rebooted Bond is less interesting than this type of longitudinal thinking the movies inspire.

    One of the satisfactions of these screen spectaculars, one that Mr. Mendes nicely capitalizes on, is that they have made all of us Bondologists. We each have favorite Bonds (Sean Connery for me, followed by Mr. Craig), our preferred 007 women, outlaws, slick gizmos, sweet rides, command centers and double entendres. We know what kind of cocktail Bond savors and whom he works for and that he often behaves more like a killer than a tradecraft wizard. We also know that, like the cowboy’s six-shooter and horse, Bond’s gun and sports car are genre givens, as is a sizable body count. And while, over the years, there have been cruel, suave and silly Bonds, there is always only one Bond, James Bond. The movies have schooled us well.

    Mr. Mendes, a British film and theater director whose dubious screen achievements include embalming the American dream in “Revolutionary Road,” gets Bond just right in a story that first turns on a domestic threat and then on a personal one. Mr. Mendes grasps the spy’s existential center, as typified by the ritualistic mano a mano grappling that almost every action movie now deploys to signal that, when push comes to punch, the hero can still kill with his bare hands. There’s brutal death here, but there’s also a pervading sense of mortality that makes the falling bodies register a little longer than they sometimes do in a Bond movie. As a director of films like “American Beauty” and “Away We Go” Mr. Mendes has indulged in a noxious blend of self-seriousness and condescension. There’s none of that here.

    Instead he honors the contract that the Bond series made with its fans long ago and delivers the customary chases, pretty women and silky villainy along with the little and big bangs. Whether Mr. Mendes is deploying an explosion or a delectable detail, he retains a crucially human scale and intimacy, largely by foregrounding the performers. To that end, while “Skyfall” takes off with shock-and-awe blockbuster dazzle, it’s opulent rather than outlandish and insistently, progressively low-key, despite an Orientalist fantasy with dragons and dragon ladies. As Bond sprints from peril to pleasure, Mr. Craig and the other players — including an exceptional, wittily venal Javier Bardem, a sleek Ralph Fiennes and a likable Ben Whishaw — turn out to be the most spectacular of Mr. Mendes’s special effects.

    “Skyfall” is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). The usual. if mostly bloodless, violence.

  • LOS ANGELS TIMES,0,6113916.story
    Movie review: ‘Skyfall’ shows James Bond still sharp and fit at 50
    Sam Mendes breathes new life into the half-century James Bond franchise with a well-cast, smartly acted film that shows Bond’s inner turmoil and back story, but also keeps the action, style and mission solid and entertaining.

    If “Skyfall” is the new 50, James Bond is handling it remarkably well. Five decades after the first cinematic incarnation of 007, novelist Ian Fleming’s agent provocateur, the spy-craft in the new film is sharper, the intrigue deeper, the beauties brighter (more brain, less bare).

    And yet if I’m not mistaken, there are perilous emotional peaks and valleys along with all that bloody cheek. Daniel Craig’s Bond is not quite as detached, his martini not quite as dry. Even the villain, a masterfully menacing Javier Bardem, is an emotional wreck whose angst is actually explored. Indeed the entire film is shrink-wrapped in self-examination that somehow manages not to dint, much less destroy, the explosive fun.

    Just how does one get in touch with one’s inner assassin — sanctioned or not? Try putting an introspective auteur in the director’s chair. Sam Mendes, the maker of such suburban dysfunction as “American Beauty” and “Revolutionary Road,” has upped the ante, the action and the artistry in “Skyfall” without losing all the defining traits we’ve come to expect — and need — from Bond. Not just the well-cut tux, so perfect for slipping into fashionable soirees that villains inhabit, but the most essential pillar of all things Bondian — that the very fate of the free world rides on one man’s ability to beat impossible odds and save the day.

    Mendes has a good blueprint to work with. Screenwriters John Logan, Neal Purvis and Robert Wade have Bond (Craig), M (Judi Dench) and the rest of MI6 facing a cold war being waged uncomfortably close to home. There is nothing more dangerous than the enemy within and M, in particular, is left dodging Parliament’s salvos and new intelligence chief Gareth Mallory’s questions (nicely downplayed by Ralph Fiennes).

    There are a lot of dicey moves for M to make after the disaster of a mission in Turkey, which opens the film in fierce fashion (following another Bond touch, a particularly elegant graphic opening credit sequence accompanied by a sure-to-be-a-smash title song by Adele). A compromising list of secret agents has somehow gotten into the wrong hands. M wants it back at all costs. And the cost will be high — a shocking death and implications that will ripple through the film.

    The splashy gadgets that are a Bond tradition are few. Instead, the film is framed by the high-tech age of satellite communication and cyber bullies. Agent Q (Ben Whishaw) is an electronics genius with plenty of nerdy quirks, intellectual arrogance chief among them. But he’s a good ally in tracing the shadowy cyber trail of the film’s arch archenemy, Silva (Bardem going bad bottle-blond for Bond). Silva’s got a wicked sense of humor as well as a carefully refined sadistic streak that keeps the body count climbing. But it is what drives Silva to such deadly extremism that makes the movie interesting.

    In a ties-that-bind twist that casts M in an entirely new light, “Skyfall” takes a good deal of time digging into her motives and methods. The decision, a good one, keeps Dench front and center, and M tart and tested, until the bitter end. Mendes proves quite facile in using the acting assets he has at his disposal to maximum effect. Bardem is easy to despise. Naomie Harris, as Bond’s sometime partner Eve, provides a welcome bit of sass and Bérénice Marlohe as the beauty caught in the mess stops short of sliding into sex-object territory.

    But the weight of carrying the film falls to Craig. The good news is that he’s even more comfortably settled in than his first two outings — 2006′s “Casino Royale” and 2008′s “Quantum of Solace.” Craig’s always been a craggier Bond, more solid and serious than Sean Connery, who initially gave James a sly, wry elegance, a tone that was largely continued by the Bonds that would follow. Craig’s shaken it up again here. His James is angrier and more haunted by indecision in “Skyfall.” The emotional charges buried under all that stoicism add another layer of tension to an already teasingly tense film.

    While many of the ideas are high-tech, much of the action, superbly shot by Roger Deakins, is anything but. Trains, of both the high-speed and metro type, are running through the film. Bond’s classic Aston Martin turns up, as does his messy childhood. All that digging around in the past works flawlessly at times — as when an old father figure turns up in the form of Albert Finney — with the occasional bad patch quickly dispensed with.

    Though “Skyfall” begins in Turkey and spends some quality time in Shanghai, most of the anxiety and action is unspooling on the home front — strategic London bombings, a beyond-belief subway ride and a country home in Scotland where everything (metaphorically at least) blows up. Scarier, and more to the point of things we have come to fear most, the bad guys are able to plot a path of destruction with extraordinary precision — and complete anonymity. It’s a conspiracy of shadows using social media — a YouTube sensibility gone rogue where targets can be mocked and kills get their 15 minutes of fame.

    In “Skyfall,” Mendes has given us a thrilling new chapter in a franchise that by all rights should have been gasping for air — which really makes him the hero of this saga. Saving Bond, after all, is rather like saving the day.

  • Mendel


    Hi Guinness,

    “My state is a crucial deciding state, and they won’t announce the winners until at least 10PM eastern standard.”

    That must have been when I got up and switched on the TV. I heard your state mentioned and thought to myself, that Guinness contributed to Obama’s win *grin* Well done!!!

    “AND–I may be in 2 diff newspapers….if I am, I will post for fun.—with pic of Dan cuz this aint my thread!!!”

    Go for it!!!

    “AND my state has made a record of a delegation of non-tories going to US Senate AND all 3 are women. AMAZING. We are making the world a better place–slowly.”

    Brilliant! So I see my sofa isn’t needed after all ;)

    ” i would hate to write for a paycheck(unless it was ok to shoot my mouth off and not get in trouble or thrown in gaol Mendel)”

    I always shoot my mouth off and get in trouble…seems to be part and parcel of my life…but I just can’t do ‘politician speak’, ie talk much and say nothing.

    “id you see what Dan called his winky when he was young person?”

    Hahahaha, no? What was it? Not throbbing manhood, I hope…

    to Fio

    “Nah, Skyfall hasn’t come out yet in my place :(”

    Awww, hopefully it won’t take too long. I am going to see it again next week!

    Must catch up with all these wonderful links, but need bed. I didn’t get much sleep last night…

    On His Majesty’s Secret Service

    Agent 007 James Bond (Daniel Craig) returns to his roots in Skyfall, defending the MI6 agency to which he’s always had steadfast dedication, even while gallantly enjoying its bachelor benefits. On home turf, Bond restores all of us to our pop culture roots; Skyfall’s national security plot, combining an arch villain’s (Javier Bardem) threats to M (Judi Dench), then breaching Bond’s ancestral residence, carries affectionate—even cultural—resonance. The sense of adventure is stabilizing and feels good.

    Skyfall’s success isn’t a surprise. It should probably be the first Bond film to win a Best Picture Oscar—not because it’s the best (Goldfinger and On Her Majesty’s Secret Service are still the series’ high points)—but because Skyfall maintains quality popular filmmaking in an era that’s lost sight of what that means.

    Exactly what it means can be seen in the fascinating promotional documentary Everything Or Nothing, which details the history of the James Bond franchise from its inception as a Cold War spy novel by British journalist Ian Fleming then adapted by Harry Saltzman and Albert Broccoli, intrepid American film producers who shared the dream of a popular entertainment featuring manly daring, sexual suavity and a subtle sense of political purpose. That this Anglo-American commercial enterprise would result in a 50-year globally admired venture that morphs yet without changing speaks to the marvel of the West’s pop culture dominance.

    That dominance is at stake in Skyfall’s plot involving a Wikileaks-style enemy whose nefarious personal crusade and terrorist attack on MI6 heralds a new breed of international threat. (Javier Bardem is spectacular in this role; superior to his performance in No Country For Old Men.) Sizing up her enemies, Q says, “They’re not nations, they’re individuals”—which was also true for the old Bond villains but now takes on the modern sense of social chaos that was unconscionably exploited in Chris Nolan’s Batman movies. But Skyfall avoids nihilism by hewing to a code of valor that extends from Fleming to Saltzman and Broccoli.

    That code never changes despite having six other faces on its brand. As Everything Or Nothing shows, each Bond actor lent his own personal integrity. Daniel Craig follows that tradition. His brutalized face and cold eyes personify our acceptance of killing more than Connery’s camp glamour and sophistication. Yet, after the spectacular opening stunt, Craig bounds into a moving train and snaps his tuxedo cuffs with terrific élan. Bond’s urbanity bests the Dark Knight’s affluent yet sophomoric pessimism; the world is in safe hands—as is the idea of entertainment.

    Most movie chases are alike, and the Bond movies have set the standard for all action thrillers—Road Warrior, Indiana Jones and even the Transporter flicks are just a few that display the Bond influence. The level of stylistic commitment in the Bond films is reassuring. It takes an ace team (including producer Barbara Broccoli), because director Sam Mendes (American Beauty, Road to Perdition) knows nothing about this kind of cinema. Joe Wright’s Hanna showed genuine style, and Luc Besson and his cadre have revolutionized action tropes, quickening their purpose, while Skyfall clicks efficiently. The opening escapade introduces a Bond-girl sidekick (Naomie Harris), which enriches what would be routine; that humane flourish sets the tone for Mendes’ foray into genre.

    It might have gone badly—imagine Mike Nichols pinch-hitting an Indiana Jones film. But Skyfall features more character nuances than Craig’s previous Bond movies: Harris’ role, along with vivid participation from Judi Dench, Ralph Fiennes, Albert Finney, Ben Wishaw (as Q) and Bardem display Mendes’ striking interest in actors.

    Mendes is lucky. Skyfall is his first film on home turf, and he knows how these people talk and how they relate to the environs of metropolitan London (including a brief stint among the J.M.W. Turners at the Tate Museum) and the Scottish countryside. It adds to the story’s personal feel. These well-tailored Tories fighting an internal security breach and “a war we can’t understand and can’t possibly win” sounds sufficiently post-9/11, which makes Skyfall a modern version of the British WWII homefront movie Went the Day Well? as much as a Bond installment.

    When Bond escorts M in the fabled Aston Martin, Skyfall also carries us back to the past—our pop culture past where entertainment wasn’t merely frivolous. Skyfall plays with heritage and personal homeland defense but those ideas are no richer than Mission: Impossible: Ghost Protocol. Fortunately, the movie looks terrific. Roger Deakins photographs a silhouetted assassin brawl in a skyscraper and a sequence of red-gold pagodas at night like Robert Burks did It Takes a Thief—for sheer splendor.

    In Everything Or Nothing, Fleming’s first book is referred to as “the autobiography of a dream.” This speaks to how the Bond film series epitomized desire and satisfaction. As an expression of Western hegemony, the series isn’t just commercial; its good work translates to all territories. In the real world, espionage ain’t pretty, but when James Bond wins, it’s a global victory.

  • Amy
  • Amy

    Daniel at BRITANNIA AWARDS 2012
    anglophenia ‏@anglophenia
    Rachel Weisz (Mrs. Daniel Craig) has just dashed by. #Britannias

  • Kris

    Congrats!!!! <3 i'm really glad that you made it!!!! You deserve it!
    And in the a body!!! what an a$$…he is really a hottie!!! You Go Daniel!!