*thpppppppppppppppppp*
That was my best raspberry for the "female Bond". And any jerkwater hollywood producer who thinks I'll shell out $8 to see that cardboard Jinx character as the main attraction is off his toffee. Bond love object, no worries. Main character, me's staying at home.
And as much as the "beautiful women running around in tight clothes with guns" franchise is alive and well (La Femme Nikita, Alias, Catwoman -sheesh-, and that other awful show with the genetically enhanced woman), I'll not be paying for it. Ugh. What drivel. Easier to go to a nuddy bar.