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Memory is such a crazy thing. Mtsar has this posted as whistleblowing the Atonists, so I thought I'd give it a look, and the very first scene was as familiar to me as the Avedon of John right in front of me on my desk. I am pretty sure I haven't seen it since it first ran on TV, but I knew exactly what was happening and coming, immediatamente. How many thousands of years ago was that? And I didn't like him even then!
He was worse stiff than Kirk! And never a hair out of place. I could not fathom women being attracted to him. He seemed so, so, well, so not manly, beside the stiffness. I was appalled when they put him in as Bond. Ick. I think actually that Timothy Dalton might've grown into that part nearly as well as Sean Connery had, but they didn't give him the chance. I like Pierce Brosnan, but he has pretty much the same things wrong about him as Moore had. I guess Daniel Craig nearly pulls it off, the blend of urbanity, magnetism, and athleticism needed, but tending a little too much to the brute. Of course, that's better than tending too much to the effete to be believable.
Anyway, so odd that I can't seem to remember some of the most urgent things in the moment or even from last week, and have for my whole life completely forgotten the plots of most novels and movies and TV shows I've ever seen, but to remember with such acuity the opening scene of a dumb TV show I never liked very much? After decades?
Is that natural?
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