No Time to Die [2021)

Benito Que, Donald C. Wiley, Vladimir Pasechnik, Robert Schwartz, Set Van Nguyen, Vladimir Korshunov, and Ian Langford. Not to mention Air Sibir 1812 (shot down by Ukrainian SAM). Five microbiologists aboard. Israeli microbiologists? En route to Novosibirsk. Also not to mention Swissair crash on approach to Zurich. Died: head of hematology Ichilov Hospital (Israel). Died: directors of Tel Aviv Public Health Department and Hebrew University of Medicine. 33 passengers. 24 died. All Israelis aboard died. Possible names (pseudonyms?): Avishai Berkman, Amiram Eldor, and Yaacov Matzner.

https://www.fromthewilderness.net/free/ww3/02_14_02_microbio.html

Masaji Kitano.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masaji_Kitano

Doctors of death.

Listen to the master, Dr. Steve Pieczenik, M.D., Ph.D., speak about this.

https://stevepieczenik.com/2021/08/09/opus-8821-doctors-of-death/

Yoshio Shinozuka.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoshio_Shinozuka

Yasuji Kaneko.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yasuji_Kaneko

War criminals.

Ichirō Hatoyama (Japanese PM 1954-1956).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichir%C5%8D_Hatoyama

Nobusuke Kishi (Japanese PM 1957-1960).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobusuke_Kishi

Hayato Ikeda (Japanese PM 1960-1964).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayato_Ikeda

Three Japanese Prime Ministers.

Not indicted.

Please explain Trump’s position on the COVID vaccines.

General Otozō Yamada.

Sentenced to 25 years in a labor camp by the Soviets.

Served only seven years before being repatriated to Japan.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otoz%C5%8D_Yamada

General Shunji Sato (a physician).

Sentenced to 20 years in prison.

Served only seven years before being repatriated to Japan.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shunji_Sato

Bacteria mass production.

Under “epidemic prevention” and “water purification” euphemisms:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epidemic_Prevention_and_Water_Purification_Department

Rami Malek character Lucifer (Lyutsifer).

Peter Daszak working for CIA?

Anthony Fauci covering for CIA?

Fauci covering for U.S. military?

Sticky situation.

Are the statements of Dr. Jon McGreevey (Ryan Dark White) legitimate?

I believe Lin Wood has thoroughly discredited himself by now with his incessant attacks on (particulary) General Michael Flynn.

But could Lin Wood’s whistleblower by bona fide?

He’s running for U.S. Senate in Maryland.

And then you have Ron Watkins (CodeMonkeyZ) running for U.S. House of Representatives in Arizona.

Might as well throw in Bobby Piton running for U.S. Senate in Illinois.

Per McGreevey:

he claims that COVID is a defensive bioweapon “designed to protect the United States” and also (most notably) that he himself designed it. According to McGreevey, it is called GenAegis (Genetic Shield). McGreevey elaborates on it a bit here…”a weapon designed to seek out certain DNA, programmable […] they can make endless variants”.

Sound familiar?

https://web.archive.org/web/20210725044535/https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1418973700108476420.html

McGreevey’s assertion is that Obama and Biden gave this bioweapon to China (who then converted it to an offensive bioweapon?).

It was (according to him) developed at Fort Detrick (Maryland).

How does this comport with USMC Major Joseph Murphy’s recent whistleblowing to Project Veritas?

Murphy claims that COVID was a vaccine FOR bats (which was to be administered in an aerosolized version by spraying it into caves in China), but that it leaked out of the Wuhan lab before it was finished.

Murphy’s main contention is that DARPA refused the project, but NIAID (which Fauci runs) then subsequently accepted the project.

The project was proposed to DARPA by the EcoHealth Alliance (run by Peter Daszak).

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This evidence was discovered by Murphy in his capacity at DARPA.

The evidence is now ostensibly being held by the Marine Corps Intelligence Activity (MCIA) at Quantico.

Note that NCIS is also HQ at Quantico.

And of course there is FBI there as well.

[not to mention United States Army Criminal Investigation Command (USACID) and U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations (AFOSI or OSI)]

But let’s back up to NCIS for a moment.

Why does Ron DeSantis (Navy JAG) seem so much more wise than Donald Trump on the COVID vaccines in these last couple of months?

DeSantis has not gone full-retard like the man who should win the Nobel Peace Prize (Dr. Robert Malone), but DeSantis also hasn’t shot his mouth off like the buffoon Trump.

What happened to Trump?

Great President.

And then he broadcasts to the world that he got the Pfizer vaccine (while encouraging people to take these shots)?

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-i-got-the-pfizer-125703879.html

And he casually drops his booster status after a crowd in Dallas gathered to hear him speak had just sung the Christian hymn “How Great Thou Art”? [sounds like Hochul’s church vaccine speech]

https://www.yahoo.com/entertainment/trump-played-conspiracy-theory-hits-024518810.html

And then Trump lies (?) to Candace Owens about people taking the vaccines not dying?

https://www.axios.com/trump-candace-owens-dying-vaccine-covid-92fd3eb3-f5ec-4167-8649-113903119de1.html

And finally, Trump makes what appears to be a pointed reference to DeSantis in which Trump insinuates that DeSantis is “gutless” for not revealing his booster status?

https://www.thedailybeast.com/trump-roasts-gutless-desantis-for-keeping-his-booster-status-a-secret

Just what the hell has been going on with Donald Trump?!?

These outbursts have caused me to lose all faith in him.

I would take DeSantis (or Ron Paul, or Tucker Carlson, or Candace Owens, or Robert Malone, or RFK Jr. or almost anyone) over Trump at this point.

Trump has backed off the vaccine-pushing.

But I have to say: that is not good enough.

The man need only visit two websites to understand the danger of these vaccines:

the criminally-parsed version

https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/vaccines/safety/adverse-events.html

-and-

the actual version

https://openvaers.com/covid-data/mortality

These figures (11,879 and 23,149 [respectively]) should be increased by a factor of 10 to account for the historical underreporting to the passive-surveillance (voluntary) VAERS system [HHS] of serious adverse events such as Kawasaki disease (i.e. 118,790 deaths or 231,490 deaths).

https://www.bmj.com/rapid-response/2011/11/02/underreporting-vaccine-adverse-events

And in case anyone wants to play the “correlation does not necessarily equal causation” card, consider this:

https://openvaers.com/covid-data

As for their efficacy…

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-covid-deaths-2021-vaccines-b1963790.html

And of course there is this gem about ethno-specific bioweapons:

https://www.wired.com/1998/11/israels-ethnic-weapon/

Are you starting to understand why China and Silicon Valley want your DNA?

This is a new kind of war where certain people will be purposefully made susceptible and others purposefully made nonsusceptible to bioweapons released on a massive scale.

Not to mention that the vaccines are debilitating the U.S. military (while SecDef Austin [a General] and CJCS Milley stand around with their dicks in their hands).

That’s treason!

They should have known.

And if they didn’t know, they’re still responsible.

The buck stops with them.

https://vimeo.com/533241402

Why the insane push for all of humanity to receive vaccines that are neither safe, nor effective?

And why is Trump’s “solidarity” with the Canadian truckers (Freedom Convoy) so at odds with his months of moronic statements regarding the vaccines?

Does he not realize that these people are rising up PRIMARILY BECAUSE OF THE VACCINES HE BROUGHT INTO THE WORLD?!?

Don’t forget that Trump’s Operation Warp Speed (of which he is evidently so proud [see Candace Owens article above]) ALSO PAID FOR THE AstraZenca VACCINE (WHICH IS NOT EVEN AVAILABLE AT ALL IN THE USA)!!!

[not to mention three others we funded that are also not available at all in the USA: Novavax, Sanofi, and GlaxoSmithKline]

https://web.archive.org/web/20201219231756/https://www.hhs.gov/coronavirus/explaining-operation-warp-speed/index.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxford%E2%80%93AstraZeneca_COVID-19_vaccine

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novavax_COVID-19_vaccine

It should be noted that there is not a Sanofi or GSK COVID vaccine approved anywhere in the world.

Where did those $2 billion dollars we gave them go?

While Sanofi and GSK took HHS (U.S. taxpayer) money and ran (producing nothing?), here are the other countries which have developed their own COVID vaccines:

–China (8 different vaccines [Sinopharm BIBP, CoronaVac, Convidecia, Sinopharm WIBP, Zifivax, Minhai, Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences, and Sinopharm CNBG])

–Russia (4 different vaccines [Sputnik V, Sputnik Light, EpiVacCorona, and CoviVac])

–Iran (4 different vaccines [COVIran Barekat, FAKHRAVAC, COVAX-19 {in conjunction with Australian company CinnaGen}, and Razi Cov Pars])

–India (3 different vaccines [Covaxin, ZyCoV-D, and Corbevax {developed by Texas Children’s Hospital < ! > and Baylor College of Medicine <Houston>}])

–Cuba (3 different vaccines [Abdala, Soberana 02, Soberana Plus])

–Turkey (Turkovac)

–Kazakhstan (QazCovid-in)

–Taiwan (Medigen)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_COVID-19_vaccine_authorizations

Why was a children’s hospital and medical school in Texas developing a COVID vaccine that is only available in India (licensed to Biological E. Limited [BioE])?

Who paid for it?

Where’s Rand Paul?

This is a huge waste of money.

The three vaccines we got (Pfizer, Moderna, and Johnson & Johnson [which were totally unnecessary to rush {considering the low mortality rate of COVID-19 <relative to ebola or smallpox, for instance>}]) are neither safe, nor effective.

If Trump knows the available vaccines in the USA aren’t safe (how could he not know?), then he is liable for the death and injury caused by his encouragement for people to take the vaccines.

State Department character based on Ash Carter?

State Department infiltrated by Rami Malek.

CIA is trusting a foreign agent.

Death of Felix Leiter.

Death of James Bond.

Is 007 now a black lesbian like mayor Lightfoot of Chicago and disgraced BLM cofounder Patrice Cullors?

Q is gay.

Houston recently had a white lesbian mayor [Annise Parker].

And what about black lesbian Karine Jean-Pierre (KJP [Psaki’s backup])?

Is this some kind of cult?

That’s a lot of black lesbians.

And one white lesbian.

Muriel Bowser (D.C. mayor)?

Donna Brazile?

Lashana Lynch is aptly named after androgynous Klaus Nomi.

Is 007 now a black transexual?

Spoiler alert: James Bond dies.

Is this the end of the series?

And the Bond franchise has to keep the diversity in high gear.

Who cast this movie: Richard Torres-Estrada?

Bishop Garrison?

Lloyd Austin?

Mark Milley?

Michael Gilday?

At least Ana de Armas is charming.

I can’t say the same about Lashana Lynch.

What the fuck is this woke shit?!?

Ian Fleming would be puking his guts out.

Assange in Belmarsh.

But let’s make sure we have the score here.

The one representative of the CIA (Felix Leiter): black male.

Miss Moneypenny: black female.

The new 007: black female.

What percentage of the U.K. is black?

3.3%.

Three percent.

https://www.ethnicity-facts-figures.service.gov.uk/uk-population-by-ethnicity/national-and-regional-populations/population-of-england-and-wales/latest

This is a British film.

Eon Productions Ltd.

Piccadilly (London).

Pinewood Studios.

But the film was also produced by MGM.

Beverly Hills.

Ok.

What percentage of the USA is black?

14.2%.

https://www.pewresearch.org/social-trends/fact-sheet/facts-about-the-us-black-population/

Ok.

So let’s look at the main characters.

Daniel Craig: British white male.

Léa Seydoux: French white female.

Rami Malek: Egyptian-American [African-American] male.

Lashana Lynch: British black female.

Ben Whishaw: British white male.

Naomie Harris: British black female.

Jeffrey Wright: African-American [black] male.

Christoph Waltz: Austrian-German white male.

Ralph Fiennes: British white male.

Billy Magnussen: American white male.

Ana De Armas: Cuban-Spanish female.

David Dencik: Danish-Swedish white male.

Rory Kinnear: British white male.

Dali Benssalah: French-Algerian male.

14 characters.

It’s nominally a British movie (although co-produced by American company MGM).

What percentage of the main cast is British?

6/14 (43%).

Less than half of the main cast is British.

What percentage of the main cast is American?

3/14 (21%).

That means 36% of the main cast is neither British, nor American.

Why?

Maybe the story called for it.

The evil guys have to be exotic.

Rami Malek (Egyptian heritage) and Christoph Waltz (Germanic).

Dencik (the biological weapons guy) is a Scandinavian playing a Russian.

Also a baddie.

What percentage of the main cast is white?

8/14 (57%).

The good guy (James Bond) is white.

But two of the three villains are also white.

The third main villain is of Egyptian descent.

What percentage of the main cast is male?

10/14 (71%).

It is an action movie.

Who goes to war?

Men?

Are women drafted into most militaries in the world?

Do they participate in combat roles?

How often?

What percentage of the main cast is white male?

7/14 (50%).

Let’s be honest.

The James Bond franchise cucked out to the looters and arsonists of BLM.

Eon and MGM kneeled in fealty to woke Hollywood.

Continuing.

What percentage of the main cast is black?

3/14 (21%).

This is the important number.

Britain is 3.3% black.

So blacks are WAY overrepresented in what is a British franchise.

But even if we figure in the American coproducer MGM, blacks are still overrepresented.

America is 14.2% black.

So blacks are even overrepresented here by 50% in relation to the American production company.

But here’s the other important part.

Of the top seven characters (as they are listed in the Wikipedia entry for this film [presumably based on screentime]), three are black.

3/7 (43% of the “stars” or leading roles in this film are played black people).

Compare that to the 3.3% British black population.

Or the 14.2% American black population.

This is an absurdly-high overrepresentation of black people!

For what?

Are 43% of box office returns in the USA because of black viewers?

I highly fucking doubt it.

And do the 3.3% of Britain who are black make up 43% of the viewership (i.e. revenue) there?

There is strictly no chance.

So this movie is a woke joke.

A woke disaster.

In terms of casting.

The worst is Lashana Lynch.

Not talented. Not charming. Completely ill-cast.

Jeffrey Wright is mediocre.

Nothing special.

The best is Naomie Harris.

SHE should have been the black, female 007 (if they were going to go that route).

For fucksake…she was a field agent in Skyfall.

Why the fuck did she get relegated to becoming M’s secretary?

She’s charming.

She’s capable.

Neither of which (in the acting sense) can be said about Lashana Lynch.

Lynch is most similar to Gloria Hendry in Live and Let Die.

At least Hendry was attractive.

Sexy.

And funny.

Or we could compare Lynch to another androgynous abomination: Trina Parks (Thumper) in Diamonds Are Forever.

Nothing like a flat-as-a-board, muscular black woman to get the heterosexual male fired up.

This is, again (after all), an action movie.

Who is the target audience?

Does the LGBTQ community really get into James Bond?

I don’t fucking think so.

At least Trump is right about this: “Everything woke turns to shit.”

There are disaster movies.

And then there are movies that are disasters.

This is the latter.

What a fucking woke piece of shit.

And who was responsible for this artistic abomination?

Bay Area failed-snowboarder, Japanese-American Cary Joji Fukunaga.

This dude was totally unqualified to shoot a Bond film.

And it shows.

What a fucking ripoff.

Don’t waste your money on this piece-of-shit film.

Danny Boyle (both excellent Trainspotting films) should have directed this movie.

It appears that Fukunaga not only killed James Bond, but killed the James Bond franchise as well.

Great job, fucktard!

Fuck you, you piece-of-shit, no-talent director.

-PD

Spectre [2015)

There’s a moment in this film when a character says “shoot” instead of “shit”. It is the linchpin of the film. What follows is the strangest cut in James Bond history since Roger Moore abruptly went gaucho in Moonraker. But what we cut to is perhaps the first truly vicious, self-inflicted attack of self-parody the James Bond franchise has ever experienced. Yes, self-parody. Vicious. Like a postmodern vomit of confetti. This whole film. But mainly starting at the amorous activities which follow the word “shoot”.

Derrida would find his hinge for deconstruction at “shoot”. As if the film could not bear one more mild expletive and still retain its PG-13 rating.

But let’s dig a little deeper.

A series notorious for running low on creativity must have been thrilled to have the intellectual property rights to S.P.E.C.T.R.E. following the death of Kevin McClory. It was not just the death of McClory which allowed the franchise to resurrect its proto-NWO, but also the acquisition by MGM and Danjac LLC of McClory’s estate in late 2013.

And so things must have looked rosy for Eon Productions.

Sadly, they made a few blunders.

Those blunders became the ramshackle, mutilated would-be masterpiece Spectre.

And so just what were these mistakes?

My guess is that many of them occurred behind closed doors.

There are moments in this film at which a film school freshman could have done a better job reeling in the mise-en-scène than did Sam Mendes. But there’s a problem with that equation. Sam Mendes is not that bad a director. NO ONE wielding a nine-figure budget is that bad a director. And so chalk another crappy movie up to the real villains: MGM and Colombia Pictures. Credit Eon Productions likewise with rubberstamping this high-school-science-fair of a picture.

But we can’t let Mendes off that easily. I hope it was a good payday (again) Sam, because this film is generally a piece of shit.

HOWEVER…there are moments of what could have been. If the executives had kept their noses (and asses) out of the production process, this could have been a homerun.

Christopher Waltz is good when approached with Hitchcockean framing. As a silhouette. You can feel Mendes reaching for Mulholland Dr. But as per the Sony hacks, eventually you have to show the guy (or do you?). Suffice it to say that Mr. Waltz is the least-scary Bond villain ever and barely more creepy than Jar Jar Binks.

And so it becomes obvious that cost cutting has its downside. Who was the other bloke they were going to get for the villain? Who cares. Waltz sucks royally. And yet, he is more competent as an actor than the film is solid in structural integrity.

As a whole, Spectre is a disaster which should never have made it out the door of the dream factory. Anyone with an artistic bone in their body could have “fixed” this film. Mendes was apparently not allowed to actually direct.

Fix number one would have been cutting an hour’s worth of superfluous meh. I mean, really godawful, expensive, explosive meh. Jesus…this film didn’t need to try and compete with Spiderman or whatever the superhero flavor of the week is.

The writers (God, the writers…) of this film are not worth their weight in rancid butter. I heard rumors that the dialogue was bad. Truth is, it is dry-heave bad…but mainly near the end of the film (the last quarter).

Next time, spend $200 mil. on a single, competent writer (Pynchon perhaps) and <$1 mil. on stunts and CGI. This film experiences a leveraged shite effect throughout. Oh, by the way…the opening scene in Mexico City is probably the weakest part of the film. I would rather see Daniel Craig take a moist crap on a silver platter.

But let’s be fair…

This film tried. It had grand aspirations. SPECTRE…yes, bringing it all back home. Establishing credibility from New World Order to Snowden. Awesome. Well-done in that regard.

As for the execution…for fuck’s sake.

I’d rather have a clumsily-performed lobotomy than watch this film again any time soon.

The biggest upside of the film is Léa Seydoux. Ok, so casting got one thing right. It almost makes up for Christopher “The Last” Waltz.

There are very important themes addressed in this film. This could have been a light for liberty. Someone sabotaged it. Find that corporate person and you have found the real head of the real SPECTRE.

-PD

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Skyfall [2012)

If you wait too long, you lose the impression.

I was way behind on trying to support my compatriots. It is not necessary to agree. What I champion is freedom of expression.

And so we try to remember the mood…the efficacy of cinema in the hands of Sam Mendes.

Perhaps the first “real” director to approach the Bond franchise after having had success beforehand.

Mendes will always have a place in my heart for his deft touch directing Thora Birch in American Beauty.

Fortunately we can look forward to a second contribution in the forthcoming Bond film Spectre.

But for now we have this.

What of it?

I should dispense with self-congratulatory pomp at this time rather than let it distract me.

Yes, I have now seen all of the Bond films from Eon Productions. You can access the reviews of all 23 pictures here on my site by clicking the Bond tab.

Now that we have that out of the way…

The first glaring bit of strategic signaling occurs when we learn that our MacGuffin is a hard drive.

Of course, it’s what’s on the hard drive which makes this worth mentioning.

NATO agents embedded in terrorist groups.

For anyone with a knowledge of Operation Gladio this brings up a troubling association.

To wit: the possibility that the organizations are controlled by NATO for cynical purposes.

This was, and continues to be, a fundamental aspect of geopolitics. False-flag terror.

Perhaps Mendes (or the writers of the film) knowingly left this bread crumb to add a quasi-credibility to what has often become a propagandistic series for the power elite.

Whatever the case may be, the opening sequence is generally good.

Let’s face it: it’s getting harder and harder after 23 films to have James Bond do something novel.

His seeming demise before the credits roll make us think of that horribly daft episode from the Connery days:

You Only Live Twice.

Ralph Fiennes is unlikable from the start, but we learn why as the film progresses.

Mendes does a nice job of faking us out on several occasions. We even suspect Bond as a terrorist briefly.

Another breadcrumb: the depleted uranium bullet fragments from Bond’s shoulder.

With this we are brought back to that stain upon U.S. military operations over the past 15 years.

Keeping in mind the research of Doug Rokke, we might again be seeing an attempt by the Bond franchise to relate with an increasingly informed viewer base.

Think on your sins?

Well, all cinematic sins are forgiven once director Mendes has occasion to mold and shape the lights of high-rise Shanghai into a sci-fi backdrop for good old fashion ass kicking.

Modigliani.

We are meant to associate the extra-terrestrial eyes with Bérénice Marlohe. Like the grey-eyed goddess Athena, we will later meet her in the shower (ohh-la-la!).

When all else fails in a film, have the location shift to Macau.

Indeed, the best dialogue comes between Daniel Craig and Mlle. Marlohe at the casino bar. It reminds us of that fleeting bit of verbal mastery aboard the train in Casino Royale when Craig and Eva Green took turns sizing each other up.

Enter Javier Bardem.

Bardem is certainly among the most convincing villains in the entire Bond pantheon. Something about that bleached-blond hair gives us a creepy feeling every time his character Raoul Silva is shown.

Bardem’s acting, particularly around the time of his character’s first appearance, is world-class.

Ben Whishaw does a fine job as the new Q (though we miss John Cleese and, of course, Desmond Llewelyn).

Credit Sam Mendes with a deft portrayal of the battle between old ways and new.

New is exemplified by the new Q: cyber-reliance.

Old is exemplified by the crusty James Bond: HUMINT.

This film almost telegraphs the Zeitgeist which would spawn Edward Snowden as global hero, but it casts such genius (>145 IQ) as the enemy in Bardem’s character.

[As a side note, I should like to add that Snowden’s story would have to be most ingenious cover ever if found to be inauthentic. Such iron-clad credibility no doubt came at a steep price for the NSA (see PRISM). Though farfetched, one never knows to what lengths the Western national security state will go next to try and salvage its tenuous hold on global hegemony. All things considered, his defection to the public side (in the interest of the general public) seems to be authentic and highly admirable.]

Skyfall becomes less successful when Bardem has Hannibal Lecter lighting cast upon him during the glass-cage treatment later in this film. This is an unimaginative bit of filmmaking beneath the level of director Mendes.

As trivial as it may seem, Mendes later redeems himself with a simple shot of approaching figures reflected in the chrome of a side-view mirror. It doesn’t hurt that the mirror in question is attached to an Aston Martin DB5.

Overall, the successes of this film should rightly be attributed to Sam Mendes. That said, this is not a masterpiece. It is a very good, yet flawed, film.

Here’s hoping Mendes knocks it out of the park with Spectre. Cheerio!

-PD

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Quantum of Solace [2008)

Early. “Dame” Judi Dench. Threat of extraordinary rendition. Not cool.

Doesn’t seem to bode well. Are we about to be served a helping of steaming-shit propaganda?

No. Not quite. Thank heavens!

Earlier. Another fucking car chase. God damn it, if I wanted to watch Top Gear I’d have stayed home with a cup of PG Tips!

But by the grace of all that’s good and right in the world (hyperbole watch), Marc Forster has done the impossible: a good (not great) follow-up to the best Bond film of all-time.

As of 2006.

Tagged banknotes. D. B. Cooper. An alias. It was 1973 when this bizarre skyjacking took place in the Pacific Northwest. The FBI had the forethought to make a microfilm photograph of all of the ransom money turned over to Mr. Cooper. That’s a lot of photographs in a short amount of time, don’t you think? 10,000 unmarked 20-dollar bills. L. Federal Reserve. San Francisco. Series 1969-C. In a matter of hours…10,000 individual photographs?

By 2008, we doubt such modes of tracking considerably less. And so, by hook and crook, we end up in Haiti. This is where we first meet Olga Kurylenko. Bolivian Intelligence.

And then the subtle subplots come in waves. We are shown the duplicity of the CIA. To wit, a CIA which is deceiving its partners the MI6.

It is all so very applicable to the adventures of one Ms. Victoria Nuland. But it goes all the way back (at least) to the ouster of one Mr. Mosaddegh in 1953. Particularly, it extends to the present allegations of U.S. military (and contractors) raping children in Colombia. It goes to the adventures of one Mr. George Soros. It leads right up to the ridiculous pronouncement of Venezuela as a threat to American national security.

Nisman. Nemtsov. Shady activities to undermine democracy in Argentina and Brazil. Warnings from Ecuador that American intelligence is attempting to overthrow any government which does not declare fealty to the United Corporations of America.

We will eventually get to Russia…or they will get to us.

São Paulo. Veolia Environnement. Suez Environnement. Water. Drought.

We tend to view very few world events as accidents anymore (knowing what we know about history). It was 9/11 which taught us that things aren’t always what they seem. And as we dug deeper into declassified documents, we realized how long this charade has been going on. And now, with immensely powerful technology at their fingertips, the most unscrupulous world leaders are in a position to stage just about anything (with a little help from the military component of their industrial complex).

I must hand it to director Forster: though the earpieces were brilliant, it was the strains of Tosca which made the mute shootout so artful.

Another soft undercurrent: a Special Branch bodyguard protecting a member of an international crime syndicate. No wonder the work of intelligence agencies is so difficult! Politicians make deals with unsavory characters and thereby endanger the safety and futures of their citizens. Oh, sure…we are made to believe that this is all in the process of pursuing the lesser of evils, but as Mary Parker Follett said, “Authority should go with knowledge…whether it is up the line or down.” That means that in many cases, politicians should get out of the way of the NSA, CIA, MI6, etc.

It’s a shame Strawberry Fields couldn’t remain with us longer. At least she gets a good trip in! Her death, however, is a rather unimaginative twist on Goldfinger. Nice try, gents.

But all is forgiven because of the Mathis death which precedes this. When seeing the old agent dead in a dumpster from a high, circumspect vantage point, we think of Bill Buckley in Beirut and even the strange death of John P. Wheeler III. We think of the MITRE Corporation. We wonder about all those filthy neocon roaches that have managed to keep their clawed positions in government (Nuland). But mostly we realize that death in a dumpster is the true romanticism of being a secret agent. This is the disconnect between reality and fiction: James Bond will never end up dead in a dumpster. He is, actor by actor, immortal. Or rather, his lifespan depends on the British-American power which persists.

If the Russians were to win, we might be seeing more Stierlitz films. Though Vyacheslav Tikhonov and Georgiy Zhzhonov are gone, that spirit would procede.

In James Bond we have the remnants of the British Empire (and the American spoils of WWII known as Hollywood).

In Quantum of Solace we again find the trend which started at least as early as the excellent License to Kill (1989): divine insubordination. You do not have to obey an unjust order. An unjust law is no law at all. St. Thomas Aquinas (from St. Augustine). Natural law.

Jeffrey Wright displays this admirably in his portrayal of CIA agent Felix Leiter. And of course Daniel Craig as Bond…the epitome of insubordination. Bond can get away with it because he is that talented. Few are these mythical supermen.

Forster manages a touchingly real moment when Craig shields and comforts Kurylenko amid the flashback flames. It reminds us of Bond’s humanity in the egg-shell poignant scene of Casino Royale when Craig joins Eva Green beneath the interminably therapeutic cascade of a distraught shower…sitting down, fully clothed…that distant, vacant look of fear in her eyes as she shivers.

And with this we congratulate the James Bond producers Michael G. Wilson and Barbara Broccoli for stringing together these two films in such a genius manner.

We end in Kazan. Not Elia Kazan. May God spare us the dick-measuring contest of Minuteman III and Topol-M.

-PD

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Casino Royale [2006)

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.

http://www.globalresearch.ca/9-11-attacks-criminal-foreknowledge-and-insider-trading-lead-directly-to-the-cia-s-highest-ranks/32323

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.

Good evil.

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!”///

-PD

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Die Another Day [2002)

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.

-PD

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The World is Not Enough [1999)

I was ready to proclaim this the fourth great Bond film…until Devil’s Breath. Suddenly, the world turned on its head. No, it wasn’t so much a clumsy bit of storytelling (though that would soon follow), but rather a defective disc. Perhaps a defective computer. Yes, my night turned into one big, giant, heaping ball (?) of excruciating film criticism.

Here’s what I found: I am a sucker for a good story. I must admit: Michael Apted had me. Guy’s got talent. But the rigmarole entailed in finishing this viewing was epically taxing.

I downloaded at least five (5!) separate DVD player software packages. I’m a cheapskate so, yes, they were all freebees. I should start by saying that my go-to (Cyberlink PowerDVD) wouldn’t even read the disk. That’s only about the third time such has ever happened, though one of the two others was recently. Also, my Spotify account is on the fritz.

So I went through BS DVD Player (appropriately named), VLC Media Player (the best of the lot, but still…), Real Player (epically shite), GOM Media Player (complete waste), and UMPlayer. This last one is worth noting because it was with this “tool” that I spent a good hour trying to get back to “Chapter” 14: Devil’s Breath. This particular player is so crap that I had to resort to watching the film at 32x normal speed.

It was during this chipmunk “exercise” that it finally hit me: all James Bond films are the same. [Yes, I am an idiot.]

And even though I knew Bond would get the girl (ok, maybe there’s the Lazenby exception), I was hooked like a fucking fish by Michael Apted. In such a predicament, a further truth emerged:

this is the best propaganda money can buy.

So much noise about American Sniper…from people who have probably never seen Battleship Potemkin. I’m sorry, dear critics, but you are disqualified. I know it is snobbery, but you cannot judge a film’s place in history unless you have a more thorough grasp of the cinematic medium. It’s not that hard. Film is barely 100 years old. If your frame of reference only stretches back 10 or 20 years, then I can hardly take you seriously.

And yet, I am the dupe. I admit it. I am just as susceptible to the grandeur of this propaganda as anyone.

Just what IS the message?

In most Bond films it is messy. That’s what makes them watchable. It is not a “hit-you-over-the-head” propaganda. No. It actually creeps up on you…like Fabian socialism.

Ah, now we are getting somewhere!

You see, every James Bond movie is a code. I know that makes me sound like a Mel Gibson quack for saying so (and I am), but it’s true. The World is Not Enough is no exception.

One thing is undeniable: the premonitions of 9/11 are inescapable in this film. But the critical question is: where are these geopolitical signals coming from?

Azerbaijan. Baku. Caspian Sea. A villain (Robert Carlyle) who’s the spitting image of Vladimir Putin. Terrorism. Post-Soviet states. And to the film’s credit: false flags.

Yes, Elektra blows up her own pipeline. Remember The Pentagon! A battle cry. An employee emerges from the hole to the scent of cordite. We know. If you do not know, you should know: battlefield damage assessment indicates missile. One can feign innocence when one gratuitously attacks oneself. No real damage. Recently renovated. Almost empty. Cook the books.

Elektra even disfigures her own ear…to make it look like she was tortured. I hear Richard Strauss. Nazis.

But let us discuss why this is not a great film. It’s not Denise Richards’ fault that the dialogue sucks. It’s not Pierce Brosnan. He’s great!

No, things really start to go off-track when the film shifts to Kazakhstan. Every cut, every edit, every segue is worse than the last. The mise-en-scène becomes straight soap opera…and the dialog (whoa…the dialogue!). There is a faux urban “hip” in the phraseology which speaks to just how dumb audiences had become by 1999 (or at least how dumb “Hollywood” presumed them to be). It is both grating and ingratiating.

The beauty of early Bond films like Dr. No and From Russia With Love is that they are little more than B-movies. There is as little pretense as there is budget. This was before the series had become completely hijacked as a vehicle for propaganda. It’s just another case of Hollywood destroying what Hollywood subsumes.

From UA to MGM…more and more globalist…more and more “new world order.” Yes, in case you were wondering: that is in whose name the propaganda breathes…the devil’s breath. This becomes a shabby mashup of Titanic and Leni Riefenstahl.

-PD

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Tomorrow Never Dies [1997)

“We won’t be signing off until the world ends. We’ll be on, and we will cover the end of the world, live, and that will be our last event . . . we’ll play ‘Nearer My God to Thee’ before we sign off.” Ted Turner. 1980. Launch of CNN.

Ah, but let’s back up to 1973 when Rupert Murdoch bought the San Antonio Express-News. Somehow this Aussie weaseled into the U.S. market with that acquisition (in my home town) and now his empire has spawned the most virulent threat to the world: Fox News.

The news ticker began on 9/11/01 over at Fox and has continued till the present time. Let me demonstrate: fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fearfearfearfearfearfearfearfear ISIS ISIS ISIS ISIS ISIS ISIS ISISISISISISISISISISISISIISISIS Iran Iran Iran Iran Iran Iran IranIranIranIranIranIranIranIran.

Well, one of these two men (Turner and Murdoch) said something wise back in 2006. “They’re a sovereign state. We have 28,000. Why can’t they have 10? We don’t say anything about Israel — they’ve got 100 of them approximately — or India or Pakistan or Russia.” [–Ted Turner] Now that’s a statement I can get behind.

But let’s be honest: the perceived enemy of Fox News on the national landscape (Democrats) have had their chance. Obama lost my confidence when he failed to truly investigate 9/11. Not only that, he “killed” bin Laden: thereby solidifying the false narrative which has passed by our eyes each day like that doomsday ticker at the bottom of the screen.

And so we dig deeper:

Georgia Guidestones. 1980. “..until the world ends. We’ll be on, and we will cover the end of the world, live, and that will be our last event.” Hmmm. 1980. Population reduction. Let’s see: 7 billion – 500 million= 6.5 billion. Ok, so the Georgia Guidestones would seem to be advocating the death of about 92% of humanity. So, let’s see: there’s the 1%…and then the 7% they decide get to come along for the ride.

Wendi Deng. Deng Wenge. Wenge…hmmm. Mao! Cultural Revolution. 1966-1976. Purge. Violent class struggle. Youths of the Red Guards. Of course Deng was born in 1968 so her name might be kinda akin to Deng Endlösung or Deng Kristallnacht had she been born in late-1930s Germany. Back to Mao…how many were fatally purged? 30,000? 100,000? 400,000? 750,000? 1.5 million? 3 million?

MBA. Yale. Los Angeles. News Corp. Hong Kong. Rupert. Tony Blair. Hmmm…

Well, in any case: Happy Birthday to Mr. Murdoch who turns 84 years young tomorrow. Hi Rupert!

Tomorrow never dies.

Spottiswoode. 48 Hrs. Walter Hill.

Holly Palance. Jeremy Prokosch. I always thought it was Jeremiah.

And my jeremiads…

Divorced 1997. Check. The omen…

Bruce Feirstein. He dreamt up this outlandish (hardly) plot. Political commentator on Fox News. Vanity Fair contributor (say hi to Tosches for me). Film producer in China. Hmmm…

Ah, but the kicker is changing light bulbs on Newark Airport runways: Feirstein’s high school job. That really takes the cake.

Flight 93. Cell phone calls from 40,700 feet in 2001 (NPR, June 17, 2004). I’ve always hated NPR, but they make the case that much simpler. In the words of astute observers: strictly impossible.

The dialog in Tomorrow Never Dies is actually pretty good, but what can compare to the anonymous writing prowess found in such phrases as, “Hey! Hey! Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me.” I mean, really: that is some heady scriptwriting to give to a non-SAG actor like “Ziad Jarrah” or whichever of the fictitious bogeyman was purported to be speaking at the time.

Ah, but we are supposed to think of Robert Maxwell says Feirstein. Yet, just like in Godard’s Made in U.S.A., we run into Donald E. Westlake. Hmmm…

Significantly, villain Elliot Carver (Jonathan Pryce) is made to utter the phrase “new world order.” Indeed.

Opening the same day as Titanic. Let’s see: groundbreaking for The Pentagon? September 11, 1941. The CIA’s overthrow of Salvador Allende and his assassination? September 11, 1973.

I am urged to see these as coincidences.

And Henry Gupta? Are we to think of A.Q. Khan who was born in Bhopal? And Enron?

Ah yes: 1974. ISI.

“We have 28,000. Why can’t they have 10? We don’t say anything about Israel — they’ve got 100 of them approximately.”

I wish I had a Murdoch quote to balance this out. I don’t think his 2006 fundraising for Hillary Clinton or his New York Post support for Obama would have quite the same effect, but it’s worth noting. “Yeah. He is a rock star. It’s fantastic. I love what he is saying about education. I don’t think he will win Florida… but he will win in Ohio and the election. I am anxious to meet him. I want to see if he will walk the walk.” [Rupert Murdoch on whether he had anything to do with the Post’s pro-Obama push in 2008]

Rothschild. Waterloo. Niall Ferguson makes a valiant effort to rehabilitate Nathan, but is it true? It seems there are at least some scruples at the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography.

We’ve heard the concept…playing both sides against one another. Indeed, funding both sides. Hedging. Divide and conquer.

It’s very important that the “right” weapons be found. High stakes. Fighting the Soviets. Afghanistan. Charlie Wilson’s War. Maybe call this guy in Israel. Fake it till you make it. Make it to fake it. Make it fake.

And so the James Bond franchise presciently taught the world about false flags back in 1997, but was anyone listening?

-PD

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GoldenEye [1995)

This one starts really bad. Bollocks bad! But let’s face it: there may be nothing more difficult in this world than making a great James Bond movie. Many have tried. Few have succeeded. It is an unenviable task because the series is so laden with baggage. And so this installment definitely has the feel of a “comeback” (what with the six years in between episodes). Bringing Bond into a new age is a daunting endeavor.

I don’t know if it helps or hurts that the six-year gap is accompanied by a new 007. Pierce Brosnan starts a little vanilla, but he heats up throughout the course of this picture. Judy Dench is powerful in her limited screen-time as M: head of MI6. Overall, Martin Campbell does a fine job directing this addition to the legacy. But it’s not all roses.

Bond’s getaway stunt in the Pilatus PC-6 Porter seems to defy the laws of physics. To wit: the plane is flying almost straight down and yet Brosnan catches up to it in freefall. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe the heavier object (the plane) would fall at least as fast as Bond (the other object: human) especially since the human has no propeller attached to his head. I am not an expert on the law of falling bodies (if you can call it that). What a drag! Per second, per second.

But we suspend disbelief as a matter of course for these films (or else we don’t watch).

Mercifully, a convincing villain enters the picture after some further pointless meanderings and baccarat. Simply put, Famke Janssen is what Grace Jones should have been in A View to a Kill. That’s no disrespect to Jones. Grace cut a much more iconic figure, but Janssen’s sadomasochistic character and her immersed portrayal of the same make for much more enthralled viewing in this respect.

But another problem presents itself with the helicopter theft. Supposing that Severnaya (in the film) is the same as Severnaya Zemlya (both are Siberian/Russian arctic), then we are talking about a 3000 mile trip from Monte Carlo in a chopper. That’s a lot of gas. It’s just a clunky bit of storytelling.

But again Famke Janssen comes to the rescue with her wargasm reaction to machine-gunning a bunch of Russian cyber-defense workers. Yes, it’s like something out of the poetry of Ed Sanders. In fact, her bloodlust with an automatic weapon mirrors Christopher Walken’s in A View to a Kill.

But one young programmer escapes. All it takes is one. Izabella Scorupco is really fantastic in this film…especially as she tries to make her way out of the destroyed space weapons base. Her acting throughout is very convincing.

Janus. Films. It’s a nice touch on the part of the writer Michael France. Kinda like Joe Don Baker. We remember him vaguely as Brad Whitaker (the villain) from The Living Daylights, but here we see the other face: Jack Wade of the CIA. Sneaky device there. Perhaps.

But most likely it was just to reward a member of the Bond family with another role. Who can forget Maud Adams in her two Bond series roles (nine years apart).

Robbie Coltrane is great in his tiny role. It’s kinda like the Bond girl innuendo…Onatopp. You have to look for it. It’s there, but it’s no Pussy Galore.

Really, it is a shock when we find out what happened to 006.

But again, the “death by Tiger helicopter” scene is pretty preposterous. This Janus guy certainly has a moronic streak in him…even if he is creative.

Gottfried John is pretty damned convincing in this film as well.

What’s not convincing (though it is entertaining) is Pierce Brosnan driving a tank. Or rather, how is this tank keeping pace with a powerful sedan? The Guinness record for a tracked vehicle (tank tread) is 51 mph. Suffice it to say that this scene really stretches the bounds of reality. The funniest part is that Brosnan’s hair is never messed up. It’s perfect even though he plows through walls…kicking up concrete dust. We never see him close the hatch, yet not a speck of white on him (though the tank be littered with bricks and other debris from the endless rampage of cavalier driving).

The armoured train is a nice touch (though it only figures into a brief portion of the film).

The EMP theme is still relevant, but the film pays a strange homage to the Star Wars franchise in the end struggle on the antenna structure (a rather tasteless bit of copying). This is balanced out with some nice fight scenes which are some of the best in any Bond film.

I should really mention Sean Bean. He is pretty damned good in this flick. It’s funny that he later plays essentially the same role in National Treasure.

One brilliant bit is that with the pen grenade. This might be director Campbell’s finest moment in the film. Brosnan plays it perfectly…reminding us that attention to detail can make all the difference.

It’s too bad Alan Cumming had to be the bad guy (though his name perfectly fits the perverted Boris character). I guess he wasn’t inwincible after all. Haha! And don’t forget Minnie Driver singing “Stand by Your Man” with a Russian accent.

-PD

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Licence to Kill [1989)

It may sound like heresy to say it, but this is the third great James Bond movie up to this point in the series. Furthermore, it is particularly rich that it came out during the presidency of George H.W. Bush. The pleasant surprise is that Carey Lowell takes the cake as hottest Bond girl through the first 16 films. These are controversial claims and allusions. Buckle up.

1974. The first great Bond film. There is no denying the palpable rush of Dr. No–no topping the exotic sensuality of From Russia with Love. It has less to do with Connery, perhaps the best Bond, than it does with cinema. The first great James Bond film came under the watchful eye of auteur Guy Hamilton. He lives. The Man with the Golden Gun. Yes, it was a Roger Moore film. So sue me.

1985. The second great James Bond film. Travesty of travesties! He’s going to name two from the 80s. Yes, that’s right. A View to a Kill. John Glen made an auteurist bid with this flick. Again with the Roger Moore. John Glen lives.

1989. The third perfect Bond film. John Glen achieves immortality. Hyperbole. Hyperbole. This is to take nothing away from our cherished Guy Hamilton. He too made more that just Golden Gun.

But let us stretch out a bit… What makes these three films so strong? Answer: the villains. Christopher Lee. Christopher Walken. And Christopher…er, Robert Davi.

George H.W. Bush. There was a book from 1992 called The Mafia, CIA and George Bush written by Pete Brewton. That’s back when there was only one George Bush known on the world stage. Middle initials were unnecessary. I haven’t read the book in question, but it bears mentioning that I remembered the pithy title mistakenly…as The CIA, Drugs, and George Bush. There’s more than an Oxford comma’s difference between the two…obviously.

1998 brought the world a book called Dark Alliance: The CIA, the Contras, and the Crack Cocaine Explosion by Gary Webb. I have not read this book either.

So what, you may be asking, is my fucking point?

Let me note a few poignant books I have read. 9/11 Synthetic Terror: Made in USA by Webster Griffin Tarpley. Crossing the Rubicon by Michael Ruppert. The Big Wedding by Sander Hicks. 9/11 The Big Lie (L’Effroyable imposture) by Thierry Meyssan. Pentagate also by Meyssan. The Shadow Government: 9/11 and State Terror by Len Bracken. The Arch Conspirator also by Bracken. Body of Secrets by James Bamford. America’s “War on Terrorism” by Michel Chossudovsky. The 9/11 Commission Report: Omissions and Distortions by David Ray Griffin. The Bilderberg Group by Daniel Estulin. Inside Job: Unmasking the 9/11 Conspiracies by Jim Marrs. The Terror Conspiracy also by Marrs.

If you’re still reading you are likely laughing or transfixed. And again I can sense the question: what is the fucking point?

Well, dear reader, it is that I can wholeheartedly agree with Mark Gorton’s reservations regarding George H.W. Bush. I used to think Dick Cheney was the scariest guy in the world (thanks Mike Ruppert). Donald Rumsfeld always seemed in the running. But after reading Gorton’s fastidious research, I concur that the prize should probably go to Poppy Bush.

At wikispooks.com, one can find the following articles by Gorton:

Fifty Years of the Deep State

The Coup of ’63, Part I

and

The Political Dominance of the Cabal

Gorton is not your average conspiracy theorist. His degrees are from Yale, Stanford, and Harvard (respectively). His business successes include founding LimeWire and the Tower Research Capital hedge fund.

And that brings us to sex.

Carey Lowell. With her androgynous hairstyle, she still (because of?) manages to be the hottest Bond girl through the first 16 films. Sure, Timothy Dalton is great, but Carey Lowell is fan-fucking-tastic. The message of the establishment is that if you don’t play by the rules, you don’t get the sex cookie. Carey Lowell is not an establishment actress in this movie. Her character is the anti-Bond girl in some respects. For this series, anyway, that’s as good as it gets. Until Anamaria Marinca is cast alongside (or as) 007, the bar is memorably set by Lowell. Perhaps as I critically watch the more recent films I will find other Bond girls who truly stand out in a believable way, but Lowell takes the cake through the first 16 films.

Lowell lived in Houston for awhile. Back to Bush. Right down the road is the scariest man in the world? Dear readers…the Internet remains free for only so long. Soon we may have to get all Bradbury and become book people. If Carey ever gets tired of Richard Gere, maybe she’ll meet us in the forest. I’ll be Histoire(s) du cinema. The book.

-PD

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