I saw Skyfall 7 times in theaters. Each time, the DB5 reveal drew a wonderful applause and laughter from the audience. My favorite reaction, however, came from one of the last showings I attended. The theater was sparsely populated, with only about 10 to 15 people in attendance. Two of these individuals sat on the end of my row. They were both older women, clearly from the UK, and well over 70 years old. For the entire duration of time that they were in the theater before the show, they talked excitedly about their favorite James Bonds, and their favorite Bond movies. As the film proper began, I could hear their remarks about the movie itself, from how much they approved of Adele’s theme song, to the beauty of Bond’s arrival at the casino in Macau. When Bond finally pulled open the door of the storage unit and flipped on the light, revealing the gorgeous vintage body of the DB5 with a blast of classic John Barry-esque horns, overtaking the sounds of a few quiet appreciatory giggles, the two women burst out with loud exclamations, my favorite being, ” Oh my, I LOVE Aston Martin!” There was such a palpable childish joy in their reaction that, after the film, I honestly could not help myself. As we exited the theater, the women were talking about the road Bond travels along with M to make their way to Skyfall Lodge. Evidently, they had traversed it themselves, and were surprised that Scotland was portrayed in the manner that it was. As we made our way outside, I began to talk with them not only about Skyfall, but the entire Bond canon. They knew just as much as I did, with the added benefit of being alive to see the journey of the character over the course of fifty years for themselves. Fifteen minutes later, the temperature below freezing, we finally bid farewell. At the time, I was going through the worst experience of my life, the severance of an interpersonal relationship that reduced me to rubble. The warmth that this couple exuded toward me, the genuine kindness and joy that they expressed when they found out we shared a common interest, was a firm reminder that no matter how things may seem, we are never truly alone and that even if we lose the affection of one person, there are always others who will say ” You’re wonderful,” sometimes, if you’re lucky, at a time when you need to hear it most. I will never forget these two women, and I am so happy that they will forever be part of my story. Moments like this represent everything I love about the movies.