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On Bondage (no, the other kind)

Saw Casino Royale on Friday night. Here are a few thoughts:

[Warning: Spoilers]

  • Daniel Craig is hot. Hotter than his pre-Bond publicity would have revealed.
  • …and doesn’t he have a touch of Steve McQueen about him? The director totally knew that, too.
  • …but he pouts waaaaay too much. I thought he was going to bust into Blue Steel at any moment.
  • The Parkour bit at the beginning was awesome. Sebastien Foucan is unbelievable - some of the things he did looked like stunts, but I’m reliably assured that they probably weren’t.
  • I liked how Bond wasn’t totally invincible - like, he got beaten up and poisened and all sorts. In the Parkour scene, and in fact throughout, he was out of breath, bruised, scabbed, cut, keeping up, but definitely not *quite* making the jumps or the graceful leaps down eight flights of stairs. This is a marked contrast from more recent portrayals of Bond in which he is seemingly able to ski like a pro while whipping up a perfect light Victoria sponge and fighting off henchmen (in Portuguese). Making him a bit more flawed and human made it more enjoyable.
  • Another contrast was the lack of gadgets employed: not many. Brosnan’s Bond had descended into flipping a switch on his (insert clever gadget here) to enable him to escape from any tricky situation. That plot device was getting a bit old.
  • Product placement: Yeah, there was a lot. But most of it was fairly contextual. The only bit that really smarted was the dumb conversation about his watch: “Is that a Rolex?” “no, it’s an Omega - yours for only £1499 at Argos this Christmas”
  • No Q. This was probably a good thing, because the whole wheeling-John-Cleese-on-to-be-John-Cleese-for-10-minutes was getting very tired.
  • It was good to see a baddie who didn’t resort to lasers and shark-pools and hidden trap-doors and cosmic rays and satellites in order to try to finish Bond off. Just a chair and a rope seemd fairly effective.
  • Also, worth noting that the baddie didn’t leave Bond hanging precariously over a pit of excitable mongeese, held only by a fraying rope, safe in the knowledge that a sticky end was surely only minutes away, but unable to stick around to watch because of an important appointment at the dentist or whatever. Because that never works.

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