edifice crashes in Mexico, James Bond slides down rubble and has a sofa
landing. Yeah, director Sam Mendes gives soft landing a twist with Bond landing
comfortably on a sofa in the midst of chaos. He’s on his feet again, chasing a
villain amidst merry revellers on the road. He catches the villain in a
helicopter and there’s chopper action above the town square till he gets the
what a climax. But that’s just the beginning of Spectre where the Bond charm works and the script is
is grounded for the unofficial opening action in Mexico, and has to stay put in
London. But Judi Dench as the late M has sent him one last assignment. Bond has
to strike at the root of an international plot to save the world from global
surveillance and also save the Double 0 programme at MI6 from becoming extinct.
Spectre, the crime syndicate, has to be smashed and C, the painful government
official who’s hell bent on having M’s Double O programme officially scrapped,
has to be neutralised. That’s where the new M is most helpful.
faithful Moneypenny and Q who act as his moles at the work space, Bond goes to
picturesque Rome, Austria, Switzerland and Tangier to push up the body count,
and finds himself a girl en route.
really incredible visual experience however, is Bond and newfound girlfriend
Madeleine Swann’s natty, formal wardrobe right down to evening gowns and bow
ties, even when they’re on the run.
one-liners that make you smile for a second are in place. When Bond is in
Austria, Q lies with a straight face, “I’ve got eyes on him. He’s in
Chelsea.” At the end, the sneaky C who
thinks he’s won, mocks M and says, “Moronic. Isn’t that what M stands for?” M
turns the tables on him and says, “Now we know what C stands for.” Don’t
chuckle. It’s a family film, so C stands for Careless.
is a family film, so the Censor Board in India has ensured that we get a
sanitised Bond who can’t smooch his girls for more than two seconds or use a
our moralistic censors, Daniel Craig manages to be suave James all the way.
Pale looking Lea Seydoux is only averagely appealing as Madeleine while Ralph
Fiennes once again doesn’t let you miss Judi Dench as M.
Spectre doesn’t have anything like
Adele’s haunting Skyfall number. And
it’s more an ode to James Bond with many links to earlier 007 outings than a
refreshing, new story.
yeah, Bond finds love again.
a film that we Indians would call “time-pass”, Spectre gets a 3* rating.
Reviewed byJournalist & Author
Bharathi S Pradhan