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Quantum Of Solace (2008) Film Rating and Review :
Rating :
Acting – 8/10
Direction – 7/10
Screenplay – 6/10
Music – 7/10
Technique – 8/10
Review :
The name’s bond James bond
The bruised bond with a broken heart is here to stay
The name’s Bourne, James Bourne. No, that’s no mistake. It is now officially time to say goodbye to Bond, James Bond, who, it would seem, has been permanently abducted by Daniel Craig.
The silky, seductive secret agent has been replaced by a renegade vigilante for whom everything is deeply personal.
The world of 007, once about assignments and assassinations, bullets and babes, nukes and Commies, is now about love and vendetta, friendship and forgiveness.
So, does that make Quantum of Solace a bad film? No, far from it. It is thoroughly enjoyable, in fact. It just isn’t a Bond film, continuing in the vein of Casino Royale. And its star is the culprit.
Don’t get us wrong: we like Daniel Craig. Very much. Whether he is striding across the screen or sheltering in his arms a beautiful woman in a burning building, it is impossible not to watch him. But he just isn’t the Bond we recognize.
You see, Bond used to be a pig. And we rather unapologetically must admit that we liked that pig — every last male chauvinistic bone in his beautiful body. It sat well with the character, so much a relic of an era gone by that you couldn’t hold it against him.
And when that pig came in the shape and form of Pierce Brosnan, it was no problem at all, because he was so smooth, so sophisticated, with a face so pretty, that you knew deep down that he didn’t really hate the women he wrapped around his little finger. And he didn’t really enjoy putting bullets into peoples’ heads.
The problem is that they couldn’t pull this premise off with Daniel Craig. Not convincingly. He has a degree of iciness in his blue eyes, ruggedness in his jaw and petulance in his mouth to make one easily believe that he is a true-blue pig, the kind of trigger-happy man we remember from Munich. And that wouldn’t do at all.
This is precisely why they chose him when reinventing the franchise. The makers of Bond were no longer interested in the gizmo-laden, special-effects driven, larger-than-life adventure. They wanted heart. They wanted soul. They wanted everything Bond never was. Not in the films, at any rate.
Last time around, they went back to the beginning and told us why Bond is Bond. This time, they pick up from exactly where Casino Royale left off and we watch him stalk the people responsible for his lost love Vesper Lynd’s death, all the while trying to convince himself that she had in fact betrayed him. That she didn’t die for him. But of course she did. And now we are left holding a man with body bruised and heart badly broken. In short, they showed us his gooey innards.
Only, did we want to see them? Did Bond really need a soft side? It just doesn’t fit — Bond is no Batman; and Quantum of Solace is not The Dark Knight (perish the thought). Bond was never a superhero; he was merely a man of mystery. And now he is that no longer. Like he told Vesper, he has been stripped bare.
So now we have to find a new way to watch Bond. We have to forget the one-liners and the cheesiness. The humour is all but gone: there is only M (the unparalleled Judi Dench) to remind us of the fact that a Bond flick could once make us smile.
We have to remember that in our post-Cold War, post-modern world, blood is shed over not weapons or oil, but water. We have to remember that there may be no sex till interval, and Bond might watch a girl walk away with only a kiss — he is, after all, “damaged goods”.
We have to remember that the baddies are more likely to die having been stabbed with glass from a broken windowpane than by a cufflink that cunningly transforms into a machete.
And we have to remember that suddenly there is motive for it all beyond the joy of being on her majesty’s secret service — and getting to have the coolest car around.
So, the question is, will the audience like this new, improved, ubersexual Bond? We have a feeling that the answer is yes, it will.
Which makes it time, once again, to say farewell to the old, slightly silly, very retro sexual spy we once loved.
How did you like Quantum of Solace? Tell us.
Acting – 8/10
Direction – 7/10
Screenplay – 6/10
Music – 7/10
Technique – 8/10
Review :
The name’s bond James bond
The bruised bond with a broken heart is here to stay
The name’s Bourne, James Bourne. No, that’s no mistake. It is now officially time to say goodbye to Bond, James Bond, who, it would seem, has been permanently abducted by Daniel Craig.
The silky, seductive secret agent has been replaced by a renegade vigilante for whom everything is deeply personal.
The world of 007, once about assignments and assassinations, bullets and babes, nukes and Commies, is now about love and vendetta, friendship and forgiveness.
So, does that make Quantum of Solace a bad film? No, far from it. It is thoroughly enjoyable, in fact. It just isn’t a Bond film, continuing in the vein of Casino Royale. And its star is the culprit.
Don’t get us wrong: we like Daniel Craig. Very much. Whether he is striding across the screen or sheltering in his arms a beautiful woman in a burning building, it is impossible not to watch him. But he just isn’t the Bond we recognize.
You see, Bond used to be a pig. And we rather unapologetically must admit that we liked that pig — every last male chauvinistic bone in his beautiful body. It sat well with the character, so much a relic of an era gone by that you couldn’t hold it against him.
And when that pig came in the shape and form of Pierce Brosnan, it was no problem at all, because he was so smooth, so sophisticated, with a face so pretty, that you knew deep down that he didn’t really hate the women he wrapped around his little finger. And he didn’t really enjoy putting bullets into peoples’ heads.
The problem is that they couldn’t pull this premise off with Daniel Craig. Not convincingly. He has a degree of iciness in his blue eyes, ruggedness in his jaw and petulance in his mouth to make one easily believe that he is a true-blue pig, the kind of trigger-happy man we remember from Munich. And that wouldn’t do at all.
This is precisely why they chose him when reinventing the franchise. The makers of Bond were no longer interested in the gizmo-laden, special-effects driven, larger-than-life adventure. They wanted heart. They wanted soul. They wanted everything Bond never was. Not in the films, at any rate.
Last time around, they went back to the beginning and told us why Bond is Bond. This time, they pick up from exactly where Casino Royale left off and we watch him stalk the people responsible for his lost love Vesper Lynd’s death, all the while trying to convince himself that she had in fact betrayed him. That she didn’t die for him. But of course she did. And now we are left holding a man with body bruised and heart badly broken. In short, they showed us his gooey innards.
Only, did we want to see them? Did Bond really need a soft side? It just doesn’t fit — Bond is no Batman; and Quantum of Solace is not The Dark Knight (perish the thought). Bond was never a superhero; he was merely a man of mystery. And now he is that no longer. Like he told Vesper, he has been stripped bare.
So now we have to find a new way to watch Bond. We have to forget the one-liners and the cheesiness. The humour is all but gone: there is only M (the unparalleled Judi Dench) to remind us of the fact that a Bond flick could once make us smile.
We have to remember that in our post-Cold War, post-modern world, blood is shed over not weapons or oil, but water. We have to remember that there may be no sex till interval, and Bond might watch a girl walk away with only a kiss — he is, after all, “damaged goods”.
We have to remember that the baddies are more likely to die having been stabbed with glass from a broken windowpane than by a cufflink that cunningly transforms into a machete.
And we have to remember that suddenly there is motive for it all beyond the joy of being on her majesty’s secret service — and getting to have the coolest car around.
So, the question is, will the audience like this new, improved, ubersexual Bond? We have a feeling that the answer is yes, it will.
Which makes it time, once again, to say farewell to the old, slightly silly, very retro sexual spy we once loved.
How did you like Quantum of Solace? Tell us.
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