This is the best Bond film. As of 2006. On my site, you will find reviews of the 20 preceding Bond movies. The reviews were not written to lead up to this conclusion. They were written to assess the series as a whole. While I realize that said series has continued since 2006, I will address that extended life at a later time. My previous reviews slowly culled the catalog down to three (and now four) films of unmatched greatness (in terms of this series): The Man with the Golden Gun, A View to a Kill, License to Kill, and now the one which far exceeds even those three:: Casino Royale.
Why? Because…Martin Campbell. His effort on GoldenEye was just that…a good try. His work here is timeless: an auteur.
Why? Because…the first time Bond and Vesper Lynd meet. The best dialog in the entire history of Bond films.
Because…Eva Green is the most beautiful Bond girl in 44 years (which is to say, as of 2006, ever).
Because Bond falls in love…really. Like no time since On Her Majesty’s Secret Service.
That speaks to the feminine ideal of Eva Green.
But let us delve deeper…into why “the bitch is dead”…
Yes, those are the words.
It is one of those rare times when I can refer back to the book with knowing alacrity.
By George W. Bush’s second term in office, the bitch was beginning to die. The bitch in question? Propaganda.
People are becoming too informed.
And so a film such as this only gains credibility by mentioning the 9/11 put options.
Sure, there is propaganda…such as the child soldiers in Uganda, but it is tentative. The sweeping generalizations of past Bond films had mercifully vanished.
Sure, there’s a lot of pish about terrorism, but it is at least somewhat tempered by reality.
This is all the nations of the world are asking of intelligence agencies as their first order of business: just admit that you are a bunch of fucking scumbag assholes.
And so: a concept even Donald Rumsfeld could probably appreciate.
A little concoction of my own: may it live long and serve humanity as a judo virus.
To wit: there is good evil and evil evil.
Even Dostoyevsky might get a kick out of this game.
Don’t get me wrong: I am not playing your garden variety of “the end justifies the means”…
No, no…far from it.
With Daniel Craig’s first Bond appearance we see the most brilliant portrayal of good evil.
Evil is active. Good is passive.
If my entire mission was to confuse you, I would do well to mention such in the course of my exegesis.
The drone strikes are extrajudicial. Good evil is extra-Jesus.
Ah, my Venetian history crumbles into the canal. Dear Henry VIII…
Let me pull myself from the stake…like John of Arc.
The first code is ELLIPSIS. It is the fire in the guts of Louis-Ferdinand Céline…the splitting of the literary atom. Professor Y.
Fortunately there is no sportscaster to reveal just how ludicrous the plot devolution is…a Texas hold ’em tournament in Montenegro.
No. It had to be, Beethoven. No one plays baccarat anymore. We need to put asses in seats.
Sure, it becomes complex. Mathis is tased. Bond is dazed. Even perfect films have bad cuts…perhaps this game is making you perspire?
I noticed you changed your shirt…
They finally got it right. Just the right combination of Titanic (1997) and Lars von Trier.
Good enough for a blockbuster. It would never hold water at the arthouse.
And Martin Campbell’s great contribution? Restraint. Knowing when to yell “cut!”///