All right, if you have been paying attention to this blog, you will have noticed that we have been totally excited about the next Bond film -- in part, because we've been hoping that they would hammer out the kinks they ran into during the first go-round with Daniel Craig, and in part because the ladies they've tapped for roles in the movie have been so. Freaking. Hot.
Then, yesterday, we learn that the new Bond film is gonna be called Quantum of Solace.
Quantum.
Of.
Solace.
And also, we see that they've given new Bond girls Gemma Arterton and Olga Kurylenko some seriously crappy haircuts.
What.
The.
Fuck?
We get it. At least, we think we get the title, anyways. Bond -- after having his heart broken by -- SPOILER!!! --Vesper Lynd in Casino Royale is looking for a modicum -- some might say a "quantum" -- of solace in... what? Bloody Revenge? The ripe buttocks and supple lips of the lovely ladies who've been cast in the flick? OK, fair enough. And yet. It's sort of... how do we say this... the WORST TITLE EVER.
WORST.
EVER.
Right?
Right?