Movie Review – Casino Royale (2006), Part 2
I do not remember a single scene in which Sean Connery would already come close to having a single drop of blood on his immaculate tux. however, this vintage-2006 Bond changes his bloodied tux in between two sittings of a poker game when he cannot help but kill two thugs with his bare hands during the intermission.
Let’s remember that a 007 film is a franchise commodity. That’s why I question the degree to which one can play with the basic formula without destroying the DNA of the original product.
If, for example, one would change the identifying characteristics 007 theme music with something else, “Casino Royale” might already pass off as just another bloody spy thriller. Its “Bond heat-identifying characteristics” is at such a discounted level.
For one thing, this is a Bond movie without much cocky humor in it. And humor is Bond’s self-confidence. Craig’s Bond is a humorless man battling with self-doubt and failure and serial setbacks.
Gone is the supercilious British wry humor that characterized the spirit of 007 under the most trying circumstances and that’s a pity.
On the other side of the equation, casting the immensely talented Judi Dench as “M” (for a second time after her first turn up in the “Goldeneye”) is as politically-correct an error as they come because she comes across more as a tired senior bureaucrat with strong maternal instincts than the boss of the world’s most efficient and ruthless spy agency. She is just not convincing. Although she is a terrific world-class actress, in this particular role, Judi Dench doesn’t cut it.
(To conclude in Part 3.)