I posted this fifteen months ago. POTUS is a walking collection of PULP.

I surfed NETFLIX and found a Flemming-Bond series, that begins with a underwater shot of a swimming beauty. His mother gifts him with her portrait done by Augustus John, but, we are not told this. What was the point? Why make empty stereotypes? What does it prove? History and Art are dismissed for people good in bed – to keep the lustful and ignorant savages interested? I counted fifteen ‘Me Too’ moments. Women were tied up. Flemming was blindfolded and kissed.
Jon
That’s how far into Part 1 of “Fleming: The Man Who Would Be Bond” you have to get before you hear Ian Fleming (Dominic Cooper), after ordering a martini, give the bartender what is now the Western world’s most famous three-word instruction on how its ingredients are to be blended.
And that’s the point at which this four-part series, which begins on Wednesday night on BBC…
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