Morrison got new head shots and I’ve now basically chosen to spend most of my time just looking at this one in particular, wondering HOW IT IS THAT I MANAGED TO MARRY THIS FINE PERSON, who can vacillate effortlessly between spy intensity and childlike silliness, a villain whose Bullets are giggles and genuine compliments, WHOSE ARMS COULD MOVE MOUNTAINS BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY ME, FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER.