This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I finished the film feeling... complicated. I was gripped throughout and loved all of the performances. But I was nagged constantly by the question of what responsibility, if any, a movie has to the societal context in which it is made? In a society where women who are the victims of domestic violence face an incredible struggle does a movie, or any creative work, have a duty to keep this in mind when telling a story where the 'victim' turns out to be a psychopath?
The older I get and the more times I see this, the less I like it. Perhaps it was never as good as I first thought and it was merely the sheen of seeing my first Bond on the big screen. Or maybe in the shadow of the Craig Bond movies, you can see what they were going for but also how far they were for achieving it.
There are still some brilliant set pieces. The opening mission is as…
Less interesting as a film its own right as it is as an early example of Hollywood working out how to build 'franchises'. This is the textbook cliche of a sequel down to a tee. The story is all but identical to its predecessor, but playing the second time around, loses most of the freshness that made the first so enjoyable. It would be another twenty years before Hollywood really worked out that the trick was not to reheat what we'd already been served, but to go more deeply into the characters with whom we'd formed an emotional attachment.