The Guardian's interview with the kids from Slumdog Millionaire renders their dialogue in a delightfully parental way. The last handful of paragraphs are especially fun.
I rewatched Casino Royale over Christmas and was amazed by this subtle and blindingly effective portrayal of Bond's arrogance and status life, on the phone to room service:
'And some more caviar. Yes, with everything.'
What? What the hell is, 'Everything?' My mind boggles at the concept of caviar as anything greater than a fictional foodstuff, and to imagine it accompanied by some everything is actually a little frightening. Do I need tools? If it wasn't caviar - if it was, say, chocolate mousse - it would be a different issue. But I'm not convinced that caviar is something to be delicately nibbled from my partner's silken bosom. Therefore, I need a spoon. Or an everything.
I wonder how many revisions of this scene Paul Haggis went through. How many of Daniel Craig's ad-libs they filmed. 'Yes, with everything. Wait. No egg.' I don't even know if there is egg. There's presumably more than - I guess - toast? Cheese, perhaps. Sweet chilli sauce. A tiny stove so you can wrap it in fresh pancakes.
It's common knowledge now that you hold the cork and twist the bottle. A friend of mine will happily pick up the wrong cutlery to see what everybody else at the table does before swapping for the correct stuff. If you drop your bread in the fondue you don't actually get spanked anymore. And we've all known since childhood that gazpacho soup is meant to be cold.
But I think the only solution here is never, ever, to be seduced by Daniel Craig.
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