In the complete opposite of the Brosnan outings, I find myself enjoying the Craig films the more time elapses. Craig seems to land the cool detachment you sense Dalton was going for. And unlike Brosnan, he's not given a script that wants to keep dropping jokes so as not to let it get too dark. The producers are fine with Bond being gritty and the result is a mixture that's the closest celluloid has ever come to capturing Fleming's womanising anti-hero.
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…
This and the next film are really one story and as a result, it's difficult to properly judge this film on its own. A ton of characters are introduced and very little is resolved. The good news is that with so much going on, things are never boring. I look forward to giving a fuller appraisal in September.
It's hard to do a film about politics without it being soul-crushing and this one doesn't break the mould. The problem, though, is that there's no fall here. Everyone is cynical from the get-go and that undercuts the tragedy. It's hard to feel anything for people who seem to have anaesthetised themselves.