Ok, perhaps this will be less of a review and more of an observation/gripefest. Meaning no spoilers, m’kay?
In a nutshell, this was a very good movie– but it wasn’t a Bond movie.
Allow me to explain.
Yes, the movie has the same characters (M, Q, Bond, Moneypenny, etc) and he’s still a roguish 007 agent for MI6. And yes, he has to come to the rescue of queen and country.
But that’s it. It might as well have been Mission Impossible V: The Knock List Revisited.
It’s like they rebooted the Bond franchise, and in doing so wiped the slate clean of all quintessential Bondness.
Gone are the gadgets, the shaken not stirred martinis, the arch villains (and even more arch henchmen), the womanizing, and the double-entendres.
No more Pussy Galore. No more Jaws. No more Aston Martins with ejector seats. No more tongue-in-cheek humor.
Instead we get… realism. We get a damaged and human Agent Bond thrown into pulled-from-the-headlines cyberterror crises of state.
I’m not saying it isn’t good– it just isn’t “Bond”.
The main character’s name might as well have been James Hunt. Or James Solo. Or James Steed.
So, while I thoroughly enjoyed the latest Bond film, I can’t help also feeling a bit disappointed by it, too.
I’m an old school Bond purist who relished the escapism and sheer bombast of it all. And evidently that James Bond is dead.
They killed him before the opening credits.
I’m gonna have to add a small tear to my little octopussy tattoo.