Secret Agent Man

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We've been having a bit of a James Bond film festival at our house. I'll say this, Daniel Craig can bring conviction to just about any stupid bit of script writing he encounters. Furthermore, his tailors are freaking super heroes.

As I was digging up the garden this morning, I was thinking about the opening sequence for a strange play Robb and I worked on when we lived in Baltimore. Robb played James Bond in Double-O-Xmas, or I was a Reindeer for the CIA.

Picture the opening sequence of just about every Bond film you've ever seen. James Bond walks into frame, shoots his gun directly at the camera, and then a circular shutter closes in on him. The music starts, the silhouetted naked ladies start writhing, and the credits roll.

Now picture this live onstage with cross-dressing Bond Girls, a live band playing a brassy Shirley Bassey pastiche, and Robb being utterly suave in the midst of the mayhem.

No matter how silly or serious the situation, Robb will always be my ideal undercover operative.