From the first time cinematic Bond stepped off the silver screen in Dr. No right up to today the…
And so it begins, or should I say doesn’t. Once more EON has begun rumblings of the great progress…
Recently the question has been asked how will Bond navigate the new #metoo era, the answer should be, in…
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Well its official Daniel Craig has slashed his wrists, at least metaphorically speaking. Craig claims he “changed his mind”…
Establishing shot of London at night, I know it's London as I can see the London Eye, the river Thames with its iconic bridges, and especially because I can see Westminster complete with Big Ben, also because once again “London” is plastered across the bottom of the screen! Cut to a door with…
…or “Brother where art thou” or “Cain and Able brothers in espionage” or “Bond Civil War, Brother against Brother” (I could go on all day but I’ll spare you) Craig being knocked unconscious at the end of the last scene, leads us to cut to a bright light, a bright pink shape begins to come…
An old adage goes, “Never meet your heroes” (as you’ll be disappointed); in this instance the same can be said for villains. The inexplicably luxurious Moroccan desert train pulls away, revealing our two newly minted star crossed lovers in the middle of nowhere. Apparently none of the railway officials or local authorities have any…
Now begins the homage to the Connery era portion of our program. Interior Orient Express (or a cheap approximation of it), Craig hands off his white dinner jacket (wink) to a porter asking to have it pressed. I’m amazed to find Moroccan desert trains to nowhere have full service valets, whereas if you asked for…
Open on our intrepid (or is that insipid) duo of Craig and Swann walking through the streets of Tangiers, we know its Tangiers because once again the auteur Sam Mendes provided a label at the bottom of the screen. At least this time I’ll concede we weren’t told several times, in a multitude of…
We find Craig winging his way to Piz Gloria, err I mean the Hoffler clinic. Now begins the On Her Majesties Secret Service (OHMSS) rip-off in earnest. Craig still sporting the ridiculous knit cap and tight snow suit, trods up to the front doors of the clinic with a large overnight bag. He makes his way in to the…
As Craig wafts to the ground and minces away, MP knocks out a quick Google search from her kitchen table, for Hannes and Franz Oberhauser. Ironically she finds this: Rather than this: Is it me or does Oberhauser Sr. look like a Photoshop creation, like a computer drawing of someone…
Having just crashed through a large window and leaped off a second story balcony, Craig sprints head long to his DB10, to the sounds of the NFL Film’s sound track, don’t believe me? Listen. Now compare that to this clip, just close your eyes and listen to the music. Craig…
We find Craig winding his way towards the top secret meeting location of the reclusive Spectre organization. Where does this mysterious organization no one has ever heard of meet? A long abandoned subterranean cavern once used by the illuminati to plot the assassinations of Emperors? A secluded villa, far off the beaten path where…
