Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Jimmy Bond... Agent Uh-oh 7.

Last Friday, my wife and I decided to eat out.  Pizza, pasta and ice cream are the comfort foods we normally crave for after a long work week.  After dinner, we decided to catch the 8pm screening of the new James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace.  Since, we both did not see Casino Royale, Daniel Craig's first Bond starrer, we were shocked by what we saw. Let's just say the pizza, pasta and ice cream calories we took in were all burned by just watching Bond run, jump, drive, fly, fight and KILL.  

I kid you not, this Bond had no qualms about maiming an international villain, double agent, or a hulking bodyguard who's just trying to make a living.  The fight scenes were all too realistic and had us gasping for breath. You could almost feel every gunshot, punch, broken leg and stabbed muscle Agent 007 inflicted on his enemies.

If you're a baby boomer and saw all the actors that played Bond , you'd be appalled by the transformation Bond went through.  Connery, Moore, Dalton, and Brosnan all depicted the MI6 agent as a dashing and debonair man of mystery who were sharp and dapper in designer suits. Craig's Bond didn't give a rat's ass when his suits tore when he went  flying Parkour style in the medieval buildings of Tuscany.  Craig acted as if he'd rather be called Jimmy than James. The previous Bond men charmed women with their smile. This new guy seduced his women devilishly with nary a smirk on his face.  It seemed this Bond enjoyed killing more than getting laid and making whoopee. This Bond has serious issues.

Even if Craig looked like a football hooligan compared to his predecessors, he brought a chilling sense of realism in this previously all too elegant world of cloak and dagger. The simple act of asking the bartender for a Martini (shaken not stirred) seem proletarian than bourgeoisie.  Agent 007's lady boss, M, treated him as if he was a rogue agent who was out of control and in dire need of anger management therapy. He was just trouble and a pain the behind.  M should have called him Agent Uh-Oh 7.

Sir Roger Moore, the 80's Bond, dislikes what they did to 007 saying: "There's too much violence." He's right. He was a Bond who was a more of a lover than a fighter. 

The ladies were still gorgeous and leggy... yet less busty. That was expected.  The ridiculously rich villains still looked deceitfully classy. The gadgets? Well, they were few and almost nowhere to be found. He was contented with his reliable handgun and streetfighting skills. This Bond was a close quarter striker and grappler.

The new Bond movie is violent and not for the faint of heart...and I love it! But hey, it's only a movie. It was worth our 140 pesos.
After the movie, I was so tired. I had to eat the leftover pizza. 

 Tanan...tanan...tananan...tanan...tananan! (to the tune of you know what)


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