I’ve just found the new James Bond
A perky little post to kick off the weekend. Hero over at Muddy Bucks & Oxon and I both had the same brainwave about this one (great minds and all that – or just two women that like to salivate all over their keyboards…) Here’s what Hero says (couldn’t have put it better myself)…
Daniel Craig, it was nice knowing you and your itty bitty swimming trunks, but *sniff* I’m ready to move on. I’ve been quietly angsting about the new Bond because Mr Potato Head did a great job of playing a slightly thuggish, beefed up British spy, but whoo hoo! I’ve now spotted a brilliant new Bond in the lithesome figure of Tom Hiddleston who is currently steaming up the Muddy TV screen on a Sunday night in The Night Manager.
Holy crap, what a brilliant series it’s turning out to be! Based on the John le Carré novel but updated in time to the Arab Spring it’s about a hotel night manager (Hiddleston) who’s recruited by a government agent (Olivia Coleman) to infiltrate the inner circle of the nastiest, meanest, vilest arms dealer in the world (Hugh Laurie who is utterly, kind of surprisingly, brilliant). It’s three episodes in with another three to go, and it’s the best TV I’ve watched in forever – I refused to say goodnight to my son on Sunday on the grounds that I’d have to leave the room for 20 seconds.
But shall we return to the point of this feature? Tom, Tom, Tommmmmmmmm *sigh*. He’s posh, tall, a little on the auburn side (dye squad, standby), and twinkly of green eye, so has classic Bond public school markers – not hard, perhaps, when his own CV includes Eton school and a smartypants double first from Cambridge University. But in The Night Manager he’s also charismatic and tough and smart and muscly and you believe he can kill a man or two or three and undo a bra with one hand and a martini in the other. Seriously, the similarities with Mr Muddy are quite uncanny.
I know Barbara Broccoli is an avid reader of the Bucks/Oxon Muddy Stilettos *cough*, so, you know, watch this space. And while you’re waiting, allow me to perform my public service of the day and invite you to view this fine piece of journalistic pervery. Hey no need to thank me, it’s what I do.
The Night Manager broadcasts on BBC1 at 9pm on Sunday.