11.21.2006

007

What does one do when feeling down about recent struggles with the ladies? Why, go see the new James Bond movie, of course. With just any Bond movie I could have really taken myself over the edge this week. Fortunately, Casino Royale isn't just any Bond movie. In fact, compared to recent installments, it's far better. Though it still sucked to see him scoring all the ladies.

The last 007 movie I, and probably many of you, saw was Die Another Day. Die Another Day featured invisible cars, an aging Pierce Brosnan, an overdone caricature of a Bond girl in Halle Berry (the "Yo Mama!" line comes to mind), and quite possibly the franchise's worst theme song to date - a Madonna tune carrying the film's name. Ugh.

Casino Royale steps away from the polished CG approach of its most recent predecessor, opening in black and white and featuring a lot of closely shot fight sequences. Daniel Craig is a certified badass (as previously suggested by his performance in Layer Cake) and is very believable as a young, less refined 007. Note: I'm still listening to that effing Die Another Day song from YouTube on another browser tab. My ears hurt. Eva Green ups the Bond girl ante (whoaaa, casino pun...) and has also coincidentally become my new girlfriend. Or as I allegedly said this weekend at a bar, "Dude, I'm going to the bathroom, don't talk to the smaller one - she's mine". The only parallel disappointment when looking at Casino Royale is its own theme song, which sucked so bad I didn't catch its name - though I did see that it was sung by Chris Cornell from Soundgarden. Cop that.

So there you have it. Casino Royale is good. What wasn't so good was all of the product placement. I thought we had lost Bond forever when he perpetrated in a Ford sedan (fortunately he quickly got his ass into an Aston Martin, though we only saw Ford cars throughout the film, GM Matrix style), and I found it hilarious that all terrorist related mysteries could be solved with a few clicks on a Sony Vaio (they have wireless in the canals of Venice now? Shiiiit). Or worse yet, by checking the saved text messages from the bad guys' Sony Ericsson cell phones. A friendly tip to terrorists everywhere: stop saving your text messages.

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