Bad Bond
Don't get me wrong: the movie is great. I mean, one of the best Bond movies ever. There's something about it (other than Eva Green, of course). But we'll get to that. It's James that is wrong. Or is him?
I read somewhere, on one of those myriad interviews that Craig gave to newspapers and whatnot, that he recommended that viewers everywhere should read the book Casino Royale. Bond is bad, he says.
Well, most of us never read any Bond book, but, truth be said, Casino Royale should be the one. And so, and this is bloody scary, what if Craig's Bond is really the Bond Fleming intended? Creepy, isn't it? Imagining that no charm, no sensuality Craig character has the primordial Bond. It's enough to make you see the therapist. And yet the movie comes out as one of the best, most thrilling, captivating Bonds ever made.
It may have something to do with it being the first Bond. It's a Bond all around. It's all there. In double. Confusing, sometimes. Take the Aston Martin, for example. You don't have one, you have two. You have your 1962 Aston Martin, a passion in the making but oddly enough you also have the brand new Aston Martin DBS (thank God, since it's one of the most magnificent automobiles ever handmade). So no more of those german cars that made no sense...
But you also have all the cool things about James, we all learnt to know and love. But with a twist. A real one. James is not so crazy about is Dry Martini being shaken not stirred. In fact he doesn't give a damn.
And you have Eva Green. One really doesn't need to be cool, charming, sensous and cynic when in the presence of Eva Green. She has all that and more to last for a battalion of Bonds. It would be an unfair clash of attributes. And it's all for the best. First, in two thirds of the movie if you do find Daniel Craig unbearable you can focus on Eva and all else is easily forgotten; but you can also use Eva (hence the name) to reduce them both to stereotypes: gorgeous woman, blunt man. And let's go with M on this one (Dench is almost always right) he is blunt. The scene where Craig comes out of the water swinging is body like a goon on steroids is everything that Brosnan, Moore and Connery would never be (and never were). But maybe that's what Bond is all about. Maybe that's the Bond that Fleming created and somehow got lost along the way, along the screen. But it's ok, somehow. There's enough chases, fighting and murdering to satisfy Craig's hunger for blood (oh, my God, it's Munich all over again) and to turn this Bond movie into something interesting with the right doses of hi-tech gizmos, physical strains and glamour scenes. And, well, there's Eva Green.
DM
I read somewhere, on one of those myriad interviews that Craig gave to newspapers and whatnot, that he recommended that viewers everywhere should read the book Casino Royale. Bond is bad, he says.
Well, most of us never read any Bond book, but, truth be said, Casino Royale should be the one. And so, and this is bloody scary, what if Craig's Bond is really the Bond Fleming intended? Creepy, isn't it? Imagining that no charm, no sensuality Craig character has the primordial Bond. It's enough to make you see the therapist. And yet the movie comes out as one of the best, most thrilling, captivating Bonds ever made.
It may have something to do with it being the first Bond. It's a Bond all around. It's all there. In double. Confusing, sometimes. Take the Aston Martin, for example. You don't have one, you have two. You have your 1962 Aston Martin, a passion in the making but oddly enough you also have the brand new Aston Martin DBS (thank God, since it's one of the most magnificent automobiles ever handmade). So no more of those german cars that made no sense...
But you also have all the cool things about James, we all learnt to know and love. But with a twist. A real one. James is not so crazy about is Dry Martini being shaken not stirred. In fact he doesn't give a damn.
And you have Eva Green. One really doesn't need to be cool, charming, sensous and cynic when in the presence of Eva Green. She has all that and more to last for a battalion of Bonds. It would be an unfair clash of attributes. And it's all for the best. First, in two thirds of the movie if you do find Daniel Craig unbearable you can focus on Eva and all else is easily forgotten; but you can also use Eva (hence the name) to reduce them both to stereotypes: gorgeous woman, blunt man. And let's go with M on this one (Dench is almost always right) he is blunt. The scene where Craig comes out of the water swinging is body like a goon on steroids is everything that Brosnan, Moore and Connery would never be (and never were). But maybe that's what Bond is all about. Maybe that's the Bond that Fleming created and somehow got lost along the way, along the screen. But it's ok, somehow. There's enough chases, fighting and murdering to satisfy Craig's hunger for blood (oh, my God, it's Munich all over again) and to turn this Bond movie into something interesting with the right doses of hi-tech gizmos, physical strains and glamour scenes. And, well, there's Eva Green.
DM
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Oh! Oh (with all due respect) the horror of your error! It is only the most sensual of Bonds :)