By: Jeff Acker Published online: Monday, November 12, 2012 Appeared in: Pasateimpo
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Capsule review
In Daniel Craig’s third outing as
James Bond, a terrorist declares war on MI6,
and the agents go underground, holing up
beneath the streets of London. The talented Spanish
actor Javier Bardem makes for a memorable if campy
villain, and the acting from the British cast (including
Judi Dench, Ralph Fiennes, and Ben Whishaw) is
superb, but the crisp dialogue holds up better than
the overall plot, which is not derived from any of Ian
Fleming’s novels. Superstar cinematographer Roger
Deakins gives the film polished, sumptuous look, and
Thomas Newman’s score enhances the atmosphere.
Rated PG-13. 143 minutes.
Full Review
Skyfall, James Bond adventure, rated PG-13,
Regal Stadium 14, 2.5 chiles
Fifty years of James Bond movies, and we know so
little about him. Where does he come from? What was
his childhood like? In Skyfall, we find out — sort of.
Director Sam Mendes (American Beauty) and a team of
three writers give us a veritable Bond exposé, in a plot
that shapes not only Bond’s future but his past, as well.
Though they were set in the present day, Daniel
Craig’s earlier Bond films, Casino Royale (2006) and
Quantum of Solace (2008), effectively turned back the
clock to an early point in Bond’s career. At the outset
of Casino Royale, he is an MI6 agent, but he has not yet
earned his “double-O” stripes. The following film was
a sequel in the best sense, taking the storyline further,
and one might have expected Skyfall to continue it.
Au contraire. There’s no indication in Skyfall that we
should assume the events of the earlier films didn’t
actually happen, but Mendes and company make no
reference to the global supercriminal organization
Quantum or Bond’s love affair with MI6 agent Vesper
Lynd, plot elements that bridge the earlier films. Are
we starting over yet again?
Skyfall begins in Turkey, where Bond and a field
operative named Eve (Naomie Harris of 28 Days
Later) pursue a hired gun who has stolen a list of
NATO agents embedded in terrorist groups around
the world. It seems doubtful, given the reportedly
insular nature of modern-day terrorist cells, that
such a list would be very long, but it’s long enough
for a mysterious cyber-terrorist to threaten MI6 with
it, outing several agents and announcing that more
will be unmasked in the coming days. Then a bomb
explodes in MI6’s London headquarters, killing eight
people and bringing Bond back from the retirement
he chooses after the operation in Turkey goes awry.
Retirement is looming for Bond’s boss, M ( Judi
Dench), too, although it’s not a matter of choice. The
government officials who control the purse strings
for MI6 are understandably miffed about the bombing and the message it sends regarding the agency’s
effectiveness.
Bond’s search for answers leads him to Shanghai
and then to Macau. These sequences are filmed
exquisitely by superstar cinematographer Roger
Deakins, a longtime collaborator of the Coen brothers,
and Thomas Newman’s atmospheric score enhances
the sumptuous lighting, costumes, and sets. There’s
nothing new on offer, just the same old globe-trotting,
martini-downing, fist-fighting, and beauty-bedding,
but it looks fantastic.
The man responsible for the bombing, Raoul Silva,
is played by the fine Spanish actor Javier Bardem, who
is well known to art-house fans from Before Night Falls
and won a wider audience with No Country for Old
Men. Silva is a former MI6 agent who seeks revenge on
M. The character’s awkward combination of disarming humor and unhinged bloodthirstiness (not to
mention his longish dyed-blond hair and ’70s-style
earth-toned look) somewhat undermine his credibility
as a threatening figure, but Bardem gives it his all. The
writers (Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, and John Logan)
handle the dialogue well, giving Bond and Silva some
crisp, memorable exchanges. MI6 training must cover
repartee along with hand-to-hand combat.
In a departure from Bond-movie precedent, the
bulk of Skyfall’s story unfolds within the borders of
the U.K. In London, after the bombing, the MI6 crew
retreats to underground tunnels, striking a note of
fond respect for those who rode out the Blitz beneath
the city. The crew is joined by a watchful bureaucrat
(Ralph Fiennes) whose loyalties are a bit murky, and
Bond has a meeting with the head of Q branch (Ben
Whishaw, the murderer in Tom Tykwer’s Perfume: The
Story of a Murderer), who supplies him with a few
rather ordinary gadgets. “It’s not exactly Christmas,”
Bond observes. “Were you expecting an exploding
pen?” Q asks. “We don’t go in for that anymore.”
Skyfall’s London-bound middle third feels less like
a Bond film and more like a contemporary thriller in
the Jason Bourne or Jack Ryan vein. Mendes directs the
action well, but the plot is not as finely tuned as the
dialogue (a pattern that characterizes the film as a
whole), and the connective tissue between its frenzied
action sequences becomes rather thin. The intent seems
to be to make the film’s climax seem inevitable, a place
the story was destined to arrive at, and yet a manipulative hand seems to be pushing it there all along.
The film’s final third tightens the drama around
a standoff in a remote and beautiful setting with
special significance for Bond. The climactic scenes
fill in blank spots on the map of Bond’s past, but
Craig’s performance outshines the significance of
these revelations. Since taking the part in 2006
— amid protests that, to the participants, must look
particularly foolish in the clarity of hindsight — he
has refined Bond’s essential character, bringing to
the role not only a physical toughness that hasn’t
been seen since Sean Connery’s glory days but also a
thinking, brooding, even reflective presence. He’s not
just a quip-spouting dandy who strolls into danger
with the deck stacked in his favor. Craig gives us a
Bond who suffers and makes sacrifices, a Bond with
self-awareness and genuine depth. With the well of
Ian Fleming’s novels and short stories virtually run
dry (only the very faintest of connections inform this
film’s plot), the challenge for the producers of the
movies is to come up with on-screen adventures
equal to his acting talent.