2. James Bond - Casino Royale
Don't get me wrong: I love James Bond. If I had to transform into a fictional character, he's totally be in, like, my top three or something (Peter Venkman from
Ghostbusters wins out, unfortunately). But James Bond, in his latest Daniel Craig incarnation, at least, really takes his status as a 007 agent with a license to kill to the extremes - in the sense that he just does what he wants, whenever he wants, because he's James Bond. Maybe that's the point, but consider the opening set-piece and resulting carnage in 2005's awesome
Casino Royale. Bond's on a mission to chase down a bomb-maker with super admirable parkour skills, which takes him through a construction site and into a foreign embassy. To capture his target, he ends up beating up the soldiers who try to take this renegade madman down as he storms into their building (yes, I'm talking about Bond here), and eventually opts to shoot a gas canister that explodes, presumably scarring them with horrific burns. Oh, and he executes his suspect at close range. This is all caught on CCTV, by the way. Bond's getting fired, right? Nope. He gets chewed out somewhat by M, who must secretly fancy him or something if she's letting this incident go. I mean, James Bond is supposed to be a spy, isn't he? Spying is supposed to be, like, quiet, isn't it? Can we really have somebody who treats the rest of the world like a multiplayer map out on duty? The fact that he wins in the end is fine, I guess, but he's so bloody careless, it makes an absolute mockery of MI6 and everyone involved. There's no way that, given his style, Bond deserved to come out on top at the end of the flick.