IT IS FKING BRILLIANT!!!!!!!
Or Bloody brilliant! Stealing M’s choice of word. MY paltry attempt hoping grabbing anything fr M/Mommy = 007 knocking at my door.
This maybe my fav Bond movie. I need to rewatch From Russia with Love, to objectively weigh in but I can honestly say Mr. Craig is my favorite Bond (sorry Sir Thomas Sean Connery I still LOVE you~~!). Those marvelously gorgeous perfectly fitted TomFord suits in action….*breathe* I have a hard time pondering whether I want on or off (I think on, and off, then back on… and off…) and he’s soooooooo ooozing cool machismo under his kinda common man surface, who can still sorta blend in the tube like a secret agent Bond should perfectly be…until u catch a snatch of those crystal baby blue eyes and that bubbling vulnerability of his forever present manpain just under the veneer (not to skip the fact Javier was touching a lot of Craig in one delicious scene and we can tell he’s lovely and tender to the touch, hard muscles appearing and all…*yes, you are not alone with ur dirty thoughts to state the most obvious* and still packages with ALL the chiseled edges and hotscars *puddddlinggggg*
But what I love about the movie is how it’s back to the good old basic funrides I had going to every Bond movie as a family event, knowing the formula even as a tot, and it is giving me so much nostalgia yet it is a perfect revamp. There is a deft hand, a clever control in the opulent excess, still fondly there but it’s cut to a delicious size. I actually had a ball with the in your face 60s chinkified Macau, the dragon ladies with bowl cuts and slanted eyes. I did enjoy the kitschy wink of the Orient full of sanpans, sky lanterns and komono dragons because it was a familiar set piece we can all wink at, proceeded by the yang of the slick neoned dazzling Shanghai. I miss my daddy so bad and wish I can see it with him instead of just gushing about an antique car on skype after seeing the DB5 *but then I have the visual of putting a hand on his mouth to shush him from gushing embarrassingly nonstop over a gunk of 50 yo machinery like the geek he is. Our genes…not the best stock.*
Javier is one of my triumvirate of most memorable villains along with Sir Anthony Hopkins’ Hannibal and Heath’s Joker.
There can not be a better marriage in the ship of ooQ than this.
But best of all it’s a focused and balanced story, every piece in place, with the larger action picture in full octane mashing perfectly with intimate personal stories of the characters we’ve spent jolly good old 50 years with. From Craig, to Lady Dench, to Bardem, to Whishaw to Fiennes to the cameo by Finney, all my senses are soo saturated and dancing in these true blings of the franchise, amazingballs performance all around (not so much the Bond girls, I find Eve too fangirly eager… unless we are counting M, which I’ll vote for as the BEST SILVERY FOXY BOND LADY EVER…but my girlgut is telling me maybe it’s also a witty design by Mendes/Writers to move forward a bit in all the molded 60s sexism?!)
[Credits: All pics fr tumblr]
ETA: awcrap! Totally having a filmhangover, this is sucha timesink if u have watched SkyFall: 50 best scenes