Sunday, October 28, 2012

SKYFALL


Despite my pseudonym, I am not in fact a great fan of Bond - rather I named myself after my friend Caspar who famously crashed his car pulling out of Frankfurt airport when distracted by an Aston Martin, and was forever after known as Caespi007.  For me, Bond was a pathetic fantasy denying Britain's post-Suez decline.  A man more in the tradition of Flashman - slick surfaces, sport fucking and sado-masochism.  The movies were, in general, even more ridiculous, with their wonkish gadgetry and porn-name Bond girls.  Some were entertaining in an ironic way, but let's face it, as spy thrillers go, this was a long long way below the standard set by John Le Carre's Smiley. Smiley lived in a world of decay, corruption, failure and bureaucratic incompetence. There was a sense of honour and of love, but it was struggling to survive. 

Of the recent Bonds, CASINO ROYALE was a superior reboot but only because it was trying to be a Bourne film.  Moreover, the dumbing down of the Aston Martin to a Ford, and baccarat to poker, struck me as anti-Fleming, insofar as one cared at all about the heritage of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.  We all know that QUANTUM OF SAUSAGE (HT @djeremybolton) was impenetrable, dull nonsense, and undid much of the goodwill that CASINO had rebuilt.  What then could we expect of SKYFALL, helmed by Sam Mendes, a wunderkind British theatre director of middling reputation as a cinema director, starting with the acclaimed AMERICAN BEAUTY and sliding into obscurity ever since? 

The early signs were good - a cast list full of English thespians of the highest calibre - Ben Whishaw, Rory Kinnear, Ralph Fiennes, Albert Finney.  A script from Neal Purvis and Robert Wade (CASINO ROYALE) and John Logan (RANGO) that was going to tackle head-on the incompatibility of kiss kiss bang bang Bond with the age of Bourne.  And photography from perhaps the best DP working today: Roger Deakins.  All was shaping up for a Bond that was in tune with London 2012 and the Diamond Jubilee - a country presided over by an implacable matriarch, learning to be proud of its imperial heritage without making the mistake of being shackled to it, looking to a very different future with some slight degree of confidence. 

The result is a movie that is perhaps the most thoughtful and reflective of the Bond series.  A movie that can look upon its heritage with fond humour but safely put it aside.  A movie that is conservative - passionately making the case for on the ground espionage; for men with the experience to tell them when to, and when not to, fire the bullet; for leaders with the balls to take the tough calls but also with the good sense to know they are accountable. It's the kind of movie, in short, where Bond can do his job with just a gun and a radio, but ultimately also uses the rockets in his Aston Martin DB5, and doesn't feel the need to apologise for either. It's the movie in which a joke can be made about the ejector seat, but in which ultimately we are rather pleased to see order restored - M, Moneypenny, Q and Bond, in a tastefully old-fashioned leather padded room.   This was a Bond I could get on board with.

In fact, SKYFALL may well be the Bond I've seen. It had wry humour; real emotional development; perhaps the most sleazy, scary villain in the canon; precious little cheap sex; and real consequences to actions. It felt plausible in a way so little Bond feels plausible.  The acting was superb. And the cinematography deserves an Oscar. I had a thoroughly good time - laughed, cheered, was moved, was scared.  It was the complete entertainment experience.  



The plot has reflection and consequences and sheer heft built into it from the start.  In the precredits sequence, as Bond (Daniel Craig) chases down a man with a MacGuffin, we see M (Dame Judi Dench) take two brutally hard but necessary decisions, resulting in Bond's apparent death. He goes off on a drinking binge post-credits only to emerge when a terrorist attack on MI6 turns into a very personal attack on M. It appears that a rogue former agent (Javier Bardem) seeks vengeance on M precisely for taking those brutal decisions that put the country before the agent.  Bond is broken, unfit and old; M's "fitness for purpose" questioned by her political superior, Mallory (Ralph Fiennes); and even Q (Ben Whishaw) mocks the idea of exploding pens and the necessity of on the ground fieldwork when the world's battles are now fought with computers. 

Through all this M is our unwavering moral compass. She never questions that her decisions were right, but also fully acknowledges their human cost.  Bond is, through her faith in him, reconstituted from broken man to polished active agent, able to acknowledge that the world has changed, that the new Q is valuable, and to see his own worth within the modern machine.  Mallory is a good example of just how well-thought act the script is - that a minor character with only a handful of scenes can challenge our prejudice about him every time we meet him.  Ralph Fiennes is superbly slippery in the role.  The screenwriters do a similarly superb job with Bond girl Eve (Naomie Harris) who begins as an irritating incompetent, and raises our suspicions of typical Bond misogyny, until we realise that it's all part of her character development.  Ben Whishaw is, as always, a scene-stealer as geek hacker Q. And as for the villain, Javier Bardem has created a character as outlandish as Scaramanga, or Anton Chigurh, or Hannibal Lecter - all of which this movie consciously references.  In a tour-de-force piece of CGI work we see just how damaged he is.  He is at once the most pantomime villain of the series - but also the most scary, sleazy and unnerving.  He is the Bond villain that surpasses all others - just as Heath Ledger's Joker redefined Batman villains.

Behind the camera, Adele provides the strongest theme song in years, with Paul Epworth's orchestration echoing, but never quite pastiching the old Shirley Bassey numbers.  Daniel Kleinman's opening credits sequence is also one of the most memorable of the recent Bond outings.  But most of all the superior quality of this film is down to DP Roger Deakins, long-time collaborator with the Coen Brothers.  You can see this most of all in the Shanghai, Macau and Scottish sequences.  In Shanghai, he captures that exciting neon brightness of the modern metropolis - every glass surface reflects luminous advertising - the city has the unreal air of Newton Thomas Sigel's LA in DRIVE.  In Macau, Deakins has Bond arrive at a casino against a backdrop of darkness surrounded by soft orange lanterns that takes one's breath away.  And in Scotland, we see Bond silhouetted against burnt orange night sky that reminded me of some of the most arresting visuals from Robert Elswit's THERE WILL BE BLOOD.

Is everything perfect? No.  Naomie Harris and Daniel Craig do not have enough sexual chemistry to carry off the shaving scene. And the Scottish scene starts off a little A-Team.  But these are all minor quibbles in what is an incredibly beautiful, superbly written and acted film that lifts the standard of the Bond series and puts it on a much more sustainable footing. Kudos to all involved. 

SKYFALL is on release in the UK, Bahrain, Belgium, Brazil, Bulgaria, the Czech Republic, Denmark, Egypt, Finland, France, Hungary, Iceland, Iraq, Iceland, Israel, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Malta, Norway, Oman, Poland, Portugal, Qatar, Romania, Russia, Slovakia, South Korea and Sweden, the UAE, Switzerland.  It opens next weekend in Italy, the Netherlands, the Philippines, Serbia, Spain, Argentina, Austria, Bolivia, Chile, Croatia, Germany, Greece, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Lithuania, Malaysia, Peru, Singapore, Slovenia, Uruguay, China, Colombia, Ecuador, Estonia, Ethiopia, Kenya, Mexico, Nigeria, Taiwan, Turkey, Venezuela and Vietnam. It opens in November 9th in Jamaica, the USA, Albania, Canada and Pakistan, It opens on November 15th in Cambodia; on November 22nd in Australia and New Zealand; on November 30th in South Africa; on December 1st in Japan; and on December 6th in the Dominican Republic.

6 comments:

  1. SPOILERS AHEAD

    Now don't get me wrong Miss 007, all you say is true.

    Bardem, Dench, Fiennes, et. al were awesome. Harris wasn't strong enough for her role, and Craig and her didn't click. And it is, as action films go, a great movie.

    But weren't you even a little relieved at the end when the more traditional Bond set-up was revealed, and this whole prequel thing was over?

    Over the last three films - the okay Casino Royale, the execrable Quantum of Shite, and the latest Skyfall - I've felt like I'm sitting through a Bond therapy session, not a Bond movie.

    This effort will be critically acclaimed. It's got amazing visuals, one of the best and most complex baddies ever, and fantastic acting all around. And it's got a believable plot.

    But it still isn't Bond. I'm not complaining that Q-branch didn't give him better gadgetery - in many ways Q's role is the best redefinition for the modern era.

    And I'm not complaining that the baddie wasn't a 2D megalomaniac with an atomic bomb in a submarine. Again, the human element of Bardem's story added to his character.

    But the best bits of this movie were:

    1. The short scene where he bangs the ex-prossie in the shower
    2. The homoerotic first scene with Bardem (genius)
    3. The Bardem teeth reveal
    4. The bit at the end where we're assured it's back to Bond business as usual.

    1 and 4 are great because they're quintessentially Bond. 2 and 3 because of Bardem (also 2 is quite Bond also).

    I guess to distil it - Bond isn't meant to be a good film. If I want to go see a good action film, I have plenty of choice. But I want to go see Bond.

    I don't give a fuck how he became Bond. I assume, somewhere in the back of my mind, that he has major childhood trauma, and potentially issues with his mum. But these thoughts are never given expression, because I don't care. I'm too busy enjoying him treating some poor soon-to-be-dead woman like shit, cockteasing Moneypenny, screwing the bad-guy in the Casino and then his girl after, driving fab cars, being invulnerable and super-stylish while blowing shit up, before returning to England via the good girl's vag. Call me old fashioned, call me a misogynistic narcissist pig, but this is what I pay for.

    It's a stupid, anachronistic, caricature, British fantasy. But it's fun. It doesn't exclude a substantial plot or characters - look at From Russia with Love.

    So enough of the back-story, enough of the therapy. Let's get back to Bond.

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  2. I think "Skyfall" is one of the best James Bond movies so far. Daniel is great choice for Bond. He is real, he is human. This is most important. Great action + great script.

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  3. Dear Anonymous, you're basically writing the review I wrote of Casino Royale. My argument there was a) I hate all that Bond kiss kiss bang bang bollocks but b) if you're going to call yourself Bond you should BE Bond c) Casino was trying to be Bourne ergo by its own definition, it was a failure as Bond, if a better film than most others.

    I think Skyfall is different in that it really does manage to balance a more intelligent approach to character with a fond appreciation of the Aston Martin and colourful villains, even reinstalling Moneypenny and Q. To me, this is the perfectly balanced Bond.

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    1. Dear Bina007,

      I think it's a perfect way to put an end to the namby pamby, touchy-feely, therapy-seeking, democrat-voting, female-sympathising Bond of the modern era. It was, in every way, an excellent prequel, an excellent starter, hopefully a forerunner of things to come.

      But at the end I was still left wanting the red meat, the rare steak and chips, to go with my nachos, which was hinted at right at the end. I just pray this truly puts a permanent end to a horribly self-conscious, Ford-sponsored, pathetically patronising, "modernising" run of Brosnan-inspired Bond awfulness - and ushers us into a new era of thoroughly male, bollocks out, chauvinistic, Baccarat-playing nonsense we have all come to know and love.

      The gadgets can change - the baddies can become less silly - Moneypenny can even be black (maybe)- but they really mustn't change Bond. He (and to a large extent M) must be Oxford educated, Savile Row dressed, a dead-eye shot, magnetically charming, dry-witted, Aston Martin driving, and, in our imagination, have a massive cock. Like David Cameron's big brother who flushed his pathetic-assed head in a toilet when he was young. Simples!

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  4. Dear thinly veiled anonymous, I think we all know that even George Lazenby had a bigger cock than you ;-)

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  5. Maybe, I can believe George had a big dick.

    But Timothy Dalton didn't. Come on. And I have my suspicions about Roger Moore. Also, while he may or may not have a bigger cock than me, Brosnan blatantly used his on men.

    So all in all, I'm feeling pretty secure about most of the 23 Bond movies.

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