I’m “all-in” for change in this world, particularly if that change carries benefit for me, my family, my friends, or the world. But when change is so disruptive as to yield a deep nauseous pit in my stomach, I draw the line. And that line was drawn this week when we finally worked up the courage to enter a movie theatre, maskless, to view the latest James Bond thriller, A Time to Kill.
But after 2 1/2 hours of sheer viewing delight, much to my chagrin, and disgust, the producers of this entertainment staple since 1962 (Dr. No), decided to kill off 007, the James Bond of my youth. And no, there is no chance of a miraculous survival scenario. They blew 007 up quite plainly on screen into a million pieces. Why ? DOUBLE WHAT THE HECK !