To recap, our fearless hero thinks he's killed the big bad in an unfortunate boating accident. Little does
he realize that the scamp survives and heads of to Cuba in search of the elusive Cuban Makeover. Some smarty pants
scientist has discovered a way to resequence DNA in such a way that we the people, or at least, we the people with
big bucks, can become someone else. This is handy if you're on the run and need not to look like yourself though it's painful
and leads to serious insomnia. So, the big bad, formerly a North Korean hottie, is now encased within the body
of an individual who's habits bear a striking resemblance to Richard Branson. Make sense? In the world of
Bond, it apparently does.
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For my Cuban Makeover, I'm sure you wouldn't be at all surprised to discover that I would transform myself into Angelina Jolie.
I'd go over the finer points (notice the plural) of my choice, but that seems so unnecessary. Now, if I was undergoing a
Cuban Makeover to the opposite sex, I'd pick someone like Carrot Top just to annoy Lance and Leslie. Imagine having to
work with Carrot Top everyday? I'm sure they'd be thrilled!
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