Hello to Jason Isaacs.
Frustratingly close to being a really great movie but tries too hard to be all the horror films at once even when it actually detracts from the overall film (the bear thing had me rolling my eyes so hard that I actually saw the inside of my own head) and the ending shits the bed so hard that it's hard to walk away from this feeling in any way satisfied.
Which is a shame because the first hour -- not even, the first twenty minutes -- has some really great, really smart stuff in it.
I remember catching a tiny bit of this when it was on TV over a Christmas a few years ago. I'd heard this was a film full of amazing naval combat and some incredible visuals but all I saw was Paul Bettany walking around an island in a housecoat? Wtf?
Watching it all the way through, turns out there's more to it than just that and it's a solid entry in the 'dad movie' canon.
Final battle is an incoherent mess though.
I fucking LOVE this film. It's my ultimate comfort film.
There's a bit, a plot point, where Mary McDonnell was pretending to be hooked up with Stephen Tobolowsky on a computer date to get his office access card and his voice print and stuff and she gets stung. Except they make it look like she's not stung. And then, being a pro grifter, she goes "This is the last computer date I go on" and Ben Kingsley mafia-hacker goes…
If Casino Royale was a post-Bourne Bond, then Skyfall is most certainly a post-Tinker Tailor Bond. For a modern blockbuster, the pace is positively glacial, and for the first time in years, we see Bond engage in actual spycraft. This is a welcome relief to the exhausting parkour and shooting that so dominated the previous films.
What's not so welcome, though, is the fact that Sam Mendes has delivered an origin story not for the modern, 21st century Bond, but…