CGI, like fake boobs, does not age well. But let us back up to all of the ridiculous indoctrination which precedes the failed geekery of late in the film. This James Bond movie has many reeducation moments, but they emanate not from the North Korean characters but rather the film’s shadow auteurs. Let me demonstrate.
“North Korea bad. England good. England also known U.K. [ooga booga] America friend U.K. North Korea torture. America and U.K. not torture. [ooga-booga]”
Yes, dear friends…Hollywood considers you a bunch of fucking chimps. And when it comes to films with a lot of heavy weaponry, you can bet the transnational military-industrial complex had a large role to play in the production.
North Korea hacked Sony? Gimme a fucking break! That was a self-inflicted publicity stunt. The only problem is the collusion of intelligence services which are always tasked with finding the next suitable enemy. The CIA, MI6, NSA, and every other alphabet agency in the Anglo-American “five eyes” network have become nothing more than glorified traffic cops…fulfilling their ticket quotas.
Why will the new world order fail? Because they do not employ the best artists. Sure, there are forgery artists on staff of these intel agencies, but not the artists needed to fool the world. There are no Charlie Chaplins, no Orson Welles, no Pablo Picassos, no Igor Stravinskys… And so the global elite circuitously churn out these propaganda films which age as fast as Cheez Whiz or Silly String. They count on audiences being stupid…both uneducated and willfully stupid (in combination).
Lee Tamahori actually does a worse job directing than Michael Apted did in the last half of the previous Bond film, though sadly the mise-en-scène is almost indistinguishable.
Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system (yay! free speech), let’s talk about what is salvageable. Zao. Diamond acne. That’s pretty good.
Torture in the opening credits. Very innovative (and true to the spirit of the first Bond novel Casino Royale). Bond’s dereliction of duty (if it can be called that) echoes the wonderful message of License To Kill (1989), yet what follows is mostly hackneyed storytelling.
Halle Berry’s emergence from the ocean like the reincarnation of Ursula Andress circa 1962 seems to bode well, but it is simply a rare moment of excellence in a sea of shite.
Further indoctrination follows in that Berry is supposedly an NSA agent. In all my years reading about the NSA (from James Bamford to Wayne Madsen), never have I encountered even a hint of the kind of agent she is purported to be. This leads me to believe that the whole purpose was to make No Such Agency seem cool and acceptable knowing that the PATRIOT Act was now letting them eavesdrop the shit out of your lives. They knew such a steamroller approach would eventually result in public backlash. And it did. NSA agent… Gimme a fucking break…
And then of course there’s the nice little mention of Sierra Leone. We’d be revisiting that country as “liberators” from a biowarfare agent called ebola before too long.
Yes, I know, dear reader: these sound like the thoughts of a raving lunatic. I urge you to investigate…really investigate. Investigate to the point you are scared…and then investigate some more. Can you afford it? We dispossessed of the earth have nothing to lose.
I could talk about Madonna’s bad acting. Actually, I like Madonna. It’s just horrible fucking directing. To the director’s credit, the scene seems pressured from above…like a goddamned product placement.
Graves ice palace looks like a cross between the Sydney Opera House and a frozen McDonald’s. What a pathetic piece of set design.
Conversely, kudos to the thinkers behind the hypersonic wedding ring.
But these fucking car chases…it’s like Top Gear. What a load of uncinematic crap!
It’s a pity Rosamund Pike had such a bollocks role.
This is just atrocious filmmaking.
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First I do not like fake Boobs. I lilke natural one. LOL and then I like aging well. I did not like this film at all the story is okay but the director what the hell was he thinking. Nice review dude.
I remember Lee Tamahori he did quite a good film with Morgan Freeman and Monica Potter with along came a spider haven’t seen this film but I suspect as always that you are right
I’m sure he has talent. There are glimpses of it, but it’s as if the producers wanted this to be one of those schlocky superhero movies. Hard to direct well when CGI continually makes the premise ludicrous.