Mrs. D. and I suffered through Die Another Day tonight. What unharnessed crap it was. Roger Ebert, I think, once defined a sequel as “a filmed deal,” which pretty much sums up the Bond franchise since as long as I can remember. And they keep getting worse, even more witless and dull! This new one is all gadgetry and motion, with no fun, no style and no plot. Halle Berry is some kind of Tinkerbell spy, and the movie collapses the moment she opens her mouth for the first time. And get this, the theater stationed a worker to hand out to exiting customers some sort of pamphlet pushing the brand of watch Bond wears. The best thing about tonight’s outing was the trailer for the new Lord of the Rings movie, which looks absolutely fantastic (both the movie and the trailer). Saw the trailer too for Gangs of New York, which is going to bomb. Who wants to see a movie in which the villain gads about in a stovepipe hat? Daniel Day-Lewis as Snidely Whiplash? Er, no.