Stars: Daniel Craig, Christoph Waltz, Lea Seydoux, Ben Whishaw, Naomi Harris, Monica Bellucci, Ralph Fiennes
Director: Sam Mendes
Oscar History: 1 nomination/1 win (Best Original Song-"Writing's on the Wall"*)
Snap Judgment Ranking: 2/5 stars
Grading a
James Bond movie always feels a little odd, since we all know how this
song-and-dance turns out. We know we’ll
get ridiculously elaborate action sequences, set pieces that feel plucked out
of a Louis Vuitton add, music and babes and cars that make you wish you were a
ridiculously attractive straight British man, even if that’s not a wish you’ve
ever really had. Bond films are so
formulaic and such fun that it’s hard to pinpoint exactly what makes one of
them the wild ride that is Skyfall and
which ones are the ones that fall short, which Spectre, feeling bloated, tired, and repetitive, clearly is doing
in this motion picture.
(Spoilers Ahead) Perhaps the main
reason for this “meh” reaction is that we are once again enduring a Bond origin
story. After Casino Royale, Quantum of Solace, and in particular the epic Skyfall haven’t we sat through enough
past scenes of Bond’s beginnings? After
all, at some point the purpose of the stories is that we can continue into the
world of Ian Fleming and we’ve known this iteration of Bond long enough that we
want to see him grow, rather than just learn more tidbits from his past. This is particularly frustrating in this
film, as the retreads are less about the far past and more about reimagining
films we saw right before our eyes. Our
new villain Oberhauser (Waltz) is intended to be the mastermind, the man who
was responsible for the creations that came before played by Mads Mikkelsen and
Javier Bardem far more memorably, even though we've never heard of him until now. This
is a huge problem in the script because Waltz, all staggered delivery and hammy
line readings, is a considerably weaker antagonist that, say Javier Bardem’s Silva
and will be quickly forgotten in the Bond pantheon. Considering the film is predicated on him
being the “greatest of them all,” the film already starts out with an
unfulfilled promise to the viewers.
This is true
of a lot of the characters in the film, quite frankly. Daniel Craig’s Bond is still stuck on the
series hitting far too great of heights in Casino
Royale and Skyfall, with another
romantic relationship on the heels of Eva Green (and, let’s face it, the
emotionally jarring moments of having Judi Dench fall into the background of
the movies after her untimely death as M) falling short. I hated the fact that, despite quite liking
Lea Seydoux, we saw so little of Monica Bellucci, who has the kind of stardom
where I was actually stunned when she was first announced for Spectre that she had never been a Bond
girl (who dropped the ball on that one?) and here she is relegated to little
more than one scene. It would have been
a welcome change of pace to have a woman Bond’s age (admittedly an ageless,
ridiculously gorgeous woman Bond’s age) play his love interest (or, let’s be
honest here, his love interest/nemesis); that would have been a wonderful
shakeup to the series and Bellucci’s scenes are almost certainly the best in
the film, in my opinion, as they exude a mystery that is lacking in the rest of
the picture.
That being
said, the Craig years are still marked
by welcome inclusions to the Bond world, and even the worst (which this isn’t-Quantum still takes that cake) can host select joys such as the great opening scene, an opening in Mexico City which
manages to somehow rival Skyfall’s masterful
Turkish Bazaar chase sequence. There’s
also arguably the best car of the Craig Bond years here, a sleek Aston Martin DB10 so
ridiculously lush that you’ll consider selling your house (and then realize this costs more). These sorts of posh touches, though, are more
about the sustainability of the Bond franchise than anything special going on
in Spectre, which is one of those
movies that will quietly fade into the back of the TNT marathons, not getting a
primetime spot on the lineup.
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