It appears as if the James Bond cinematic franchise is as permanent as the McDonalds beef, chicken, spuds, and sugar franchise. I'm not a real Bond fanatic, but I've seen most if not all the movies, and there is a certain campy, ritualistic pleasure to be had, regardless of how good or bad the films actually are. Bond films seem to come around in Winter, like a wee pretty snowstorm. So we watch.
I was pleasantly surprised by Daniel Craig's performances, but I probably shouldn't have been. Craig seems to be a talented, well trained, experienced actor. So much so that the execrable script of his second Bond film made me wince. The way I found to get through this film (what is it called--Quantum of Solace, Mountain of Lettuce?) is, for me, a well worn one: watch fine actors try to make the most of a bad script and muddled direction. So I watched Dame Judy Densch, Daniel Craig, Jeffrey Wright (from Basquiat, remember?), and Giancarlo Giannini get through as best they could, although Giannini seemed to let his boredom show occasionally.
Just in case the Bond franchise runs out of titles for the new films, I am here to help:
1. Never Say "Thunderball" Again
2. The Spy Who Spied On Me Without a Warrant
3. Golden Finger in the Eye
4. On His Majesty's Secret Elliptical Trainer
5. Dr. Maybe
6. From North Dakota, With Corn
7. A View To a Nap
8. Diamonds Are On Sale At The Mall
9. The Man With the Golden Gold
11. When Is Bond Not On Vacation?
12. M, Q, F, and U
13. Enough Already Forever Tomorrow
14. License To Snack
I do not expect to hear from Cubby Broccoli's family soon.