Casino Royale (2006)
If you were going to give yourself a cameo in a Bond movie, what would it be? Drinking cocktails and gambling in one of the world’s most glamorous casinos, perhaps?
Lounging by the pool with (or as) a scantily clad Bond girl?
At the very least, you could hang around headquarters in a lab coat, playing with prototype gadgets.
Not so for Martin Campbell, director of Casino Royale: he chose to have his neck broken by a terrorist on the tarmac at Miami airport.
February 3rd, 2010 at 1:54 pm
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