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Why Mr Bond, we've been expecting you
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Why Mr Bond, we've been expecting you ALISTAIR HARKNESS
Casino Royale (PG 13) ***
Directed by: Martin Campbell Starring: Daniel Craig, Eva Green
Story in full BLOND. Bloodied. Brutal. It's funny how the three things that James Bond has never really been on film before make this latest outing seem relatively fresh.
Controversially taking over the role from Pierce Brosnan, Daniel Craig confounds all the boycott-threatening bloggers with a meaty portrayal of the world's most conspicuous secret agent, playing him as someone who not only gets his hands dirty in surprisingly violent ways, but also shows the battered and bruised results.
Craig's Bond is not a suave super-spy who barely breaks sweat after engaging in some quip-and-kill action. He's the kind of 007 who ends up covered in gore as he plays rough with the bad guys: throwing them down stairs; free-running across construction sites and destroying half of Venice. There's no quick dusting down of the tux before returning to the party either; he gets so ragged doing his job he has to change shirts completely.
He even takes several agonising blows to the bollocks for Britain, feels the pain and suffers through the embarrassing after-effects. In other words, he's a more human, more capable, more vulnerable and more ruthless Bond than most of his predecessors.
But is this enough to reinvigorate the franchise? Not quite. Based on Ian Fleming's first Bond novel, Casino Royale adopts an admirably stripped-down approach after the CGI-enhanced surfing shenanigans of Die Another Day. Alas, while it's being hyped as an origins story that attempts to get to grips with Bond's character, the film doesn't seem to know how to deliver on this promise. Much of it comes across as an unhappy compromise between the gritty reality of the Bourne films, the self-referential smugness of Brosnan's outings and a dry, relationship drama.
The latter revolves around Bond and Vesper Lynd (Eva Green), a sexy Treasury agent sent to keep tabs on Bond as he gambles with $10 million of the government's money in a high-stakes poker game. Soon enough, his flirtation with Lynd goes beyond the pretence of mutual contempt. He falls for her. Hard. On paper, at least.
What comes across on screen is a flat, emotionally-stilted interplay. Blame director Martin Campbell. Craig and Green are capable of generating on-screen sexiness, but Campbell doesn't know what to do with them in the quieter moments, so nothing really resonates.
He's deliberately stripped away much of the surface sheen we're used to seeing in a Bond movie and the actors are left exposed, appearing stiff and awkward against the film's drab colour schemes.
Campbell is not cut out for more character-driven stuff and his action flicks since GoldenEye - he did the Zorro movies and Vertical Limit - aren't known for their depth. For Casino Royale to have really lived up to its hype, it would have needed a risk-taker, someone such as Doug Liman, who practically auditioned for the gig twice with The Bourne Identity and Mr & Mrs Smith. That's par for the course with the Bond series, though. The late Cubby Broccoli famously turned down Steven Spielberg, and it looks as if his daughter Barbara is going to stick with his dull formula; it's rumoured she turned down Quentin Tarantino.
If only Tarantino had made it, at least we'd be spared Casino Royale with cheese. Yep, for all the chat about rebooting, there are still groan-inducing moments, as Campbell struggles to create any classy signature Bond scenes. The film's first Bond girl rides into shot on horseback in a moment of soft-focus hilarity more befitting a Flake advert.
The only truly Bond-worthy scene comes in the final seconds. This, together with Craig's gutsy performance, will probably send some home convinced Casino Royale is a kind of classic and, to be fair, it does put the series back on track. But, as the days go by, you may well find yourself - as Craig does in the film - wondering not whether you prefer to be shaken or stirred, but whether you actually give a damn.
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