Quantum of Solace

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Given that this was the 22nd Bond film, it is no surprise that by now the franchise has finally run out of ideas.

Daniel Craig as Bond in Quantum of Solace

There was once a time when Bond films didn't try to make sweeping moral judgments concerning the state of the world's economy, the environmental movement or the effects of intertwined international trade and the consolidation of industry.  Why?  Because it’s enough to make even groups of tie-wearing nerds at conferences who pay to hear about such things tear out their hair in agony.  If there's one thing that the first Star Wars prequel proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, it’s that Jar Jar Binks should be decapitated and George Lucas fired into the center of the sun – oh, and that trade agreements make for the driest possible plots that only the loneliest of high school economics teachers could find interesting.

I'm going to spoil things right from the start and tell you that Quantum of Solace is about water.  That's right, water.  Basically, the bad guys are stealing water and viewers are treated to the occasional shot of villagers in some undisclosed location gathered around a dripping faucet that of course is somehow tied into an international cabal of dastardly water thieves.  I don't know why I never thought of extorting the obviously rich governments of the third world by controlling their water supply, but then again, I only have a fifth grade education.  Part of me was extremely disappointed that something as inane as water became the focal point of a Bond movie.  I mean, Bond is supposed to be about maniacal villains executing ridiculously elaborate plans, and in my mind that means stealing something much more exotic, like whales or Iceland.  Given that this was the 22nd Bond film, it is no surprise that by now the franchise has finally run out of ideas. Most of those coffin nails were hammered through during the Dalton years. Then somebody bought a nail gun by casting Denise Richards as a nuclear physicist, naming her after a national holiday and forever desecrating the image of Ursula Andress rising up out of the waves in her Dr. No. bikini.

And why have compelling Bond villains gone the way of the Yugo?  Vaguely European dudes who wear open shirts and probably high five other dudes at Scorpions concerts don't really scream ‘world domination’.  Dominick Greene’s (Mathieu Amalric) lack of scar, mechanical limbs or superhuman strength summed up Quantum of Solace perfectly – a film which traded the escapist fantasy of absurd secret agent mayhem for the gritty realism of a post-Tarantino action film, executed in the most humorless way possible.  Even Pierce Brosnan knew that an important part of the Bond image was grinning like an idiot as some prime piece of pussy slowly lowered itself onto his shaft of justice.  What's the point of having a leggy Russian model in the film if Bond doesn't repeatedly penetrate her during the scene where they are both tumbling to their deaths after jumping out of a vintage airplane?  A Bond film without misogyny is like Christmas without two black eyes and a stocking full of broken promises – it doesn't happen at my house.   And they could have at least given her a memorable name to replace the plain-vanilla moniker of ‘Camille’ – something like ‘Foxy McMeatcurtains’ or ‘Julia Crabharbor’.

If you love James Bond films, Quantum of Solace is going to leave you cold.  If you love watching metrosexual guys parade around in expensive clothes through expensive hotels, then this is a three Kleenex movie.  You have been warned. 

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    It's pretty clear from "Ca

Awesome review.

HS's picture

I tried to write a QoS review but gave up halfway through.  I can only do serious reviews, it seems.

 

Nice job...Mr. Cranky?

 

 

HS

Step forward and correct yo plize!

michael3b's picture

That was a beauty.

Laugh at water if you dare!

FearlessFreep's picture

They say water will be as strategically important as oil in the 21st century.  And Canada has over half of the world's fresh water.  We'll be the new Middle East! Myeh heh heh!

Signed, 

The artist formerly known as Zorro.

Ice Pirates!

Rajah's picture

Can space herpes be far behind?

Glad you liked it guys

bhunting's picture

I put that together.  Thanks for the positive comments.

فيلم سكس هيفاء وهبي Who are you?

TMundo's picture

oops, Did I do that?

Jerry Seinfeld on James Bond

FearlessFreep's picture

"Ah, Mr. Bond, come in and let me explain to you my whole plan for world domination.  Then I'll put you in this death machine that doesn't work!"

Signed, 

The artist formerly known as Zorro.

‘Julia Crabharbor’!?!

Wulfgar's picture


Dying ovah heah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~I'm going to Hell and I just don't care.~

 

Some people have postulated...

michael3b's picture

...that the Iraq war was more about water than oil because Israel ain't got no wawa.  I have no idea about the validity of such claims, but recklessly passing on half-baked theories is our god-given right.  And I'll be damned if some 'merica hatin', hockey lovin', aquifer pumpin', mexican muslim jew is gonna tell me differnt! 

These identical posts...

michael3b's picture

are supposed to be under Freep's comment.

QoS

Jon Alan Gibson's picture

I think it was on NPR's, "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me", that the film's title was shortened from Sarah Palin's suggestion, "That Quantum of Solace, There"!

Bad Dog - Go Lay Down

Anonymous's picture

Without a doubt, Connery & Brosnan were the gold standard of Bond & my darkest days where during Moore’s farcical portrayal of our favorite 00. So I am pre-disposed not to accept Craig as a bone fide replacement. But even in both movies, Craig is not the problem, the producers & directors are. OK. Perhaps my last comments were really a review of Casino not having seen QoS. Now I have seen it and there are so many problems with it I do not know where to begin. All the chases are herky, jerky, shaky staccato film clips. You can never really see what is going on. This is contrary to the traditional Bond flick replete with detail. And if Craig is gritty, moody, mean & vindictive one can still see a path by which he becomes a cooler if not a cold, uber-professional agent with a dry, sardonic sense of humor. This Bond clearly appeals to a feminine perspective that escapes me. I understood him not becoming 'involved' with the other women in the 2 flicks as having high standards and was at least relieved to see his response to Fields as, what we would term a normal orientation! (The women seem to love that Bond does NOT 'hook up' with the main girl in either film and broods ceaselessly like a forlorn Hamlet for his unrequited lover from Casino). Even the opening chase, usually one of the best, is almost visually incomprehensible. Car chase, rooftop chase, sewer chase, apartment knife fight chase, boat chase, plane chase, Chase-Morgan, certainly they all were purloined from the Bourne genre but somehow Bourne's were more believable.

The opening graphics were not as bad as I feared, but were definitely not 007 quality. Far too much of Craig shooting his Walther PPK .380; (don't make me go into why that is a problem). We have grown accustomed to the sultry, sexual/sensual and awesome graphical intro to the Bond films. This one was not of the same caliber. Ditto on the theme song. It was not a good as past songs but I was fearing worse and it was actually passable relating somewhat to the general theme of the film. The barrel scene was placed at the end of the film. I prefer the beginning but in either case it should be presented with high quality graphics and punctuated with 007 theme song riffs. It was not.

Lots of chases. Most are barely watchable. I actually liked the reference to the traditional 13th century Italian Palio horse race in which the riders can use their longer wooden canes to encourage their steeds or discourage their opponents; and the actual event was supposed to be occurring outside of the chase area.

The knife fight was lame. How did the baddie die anyhow? Please tell me not with the little pair of cuticle scissors Bond had. And if the death blow was to the only wounded area shown, the left jugular, where did all the blood go as Bond let him 'bleed out'. Not to worry the details because we are soon introduced to THE BOND GIRL. Well, a little anti-climatic because she is not quite as attractive as we are used to although she has very pretty lips. The rest of her seems strangely disproportionate for some reason. It's also strange that she would return to the baddie who just tried to have her whacked. That has little probability for success for someone who we later learn is "Bolivian Secret Service". Oh well, not to worry, we are off on another chase, this time with boats. It is perhaps the best done but for the last scene in which the grappling hook is somehow thrown onto the rubber speed boat and flips it from the front of Bond's boat over the top to the rear...... can't quite figure the physics out on that one. Not to worry, we've docked and Bond mysteriously hands the unconscious maiden who he has just rescued over to a dock attendant...what?

Well were off to track this baddie and somehow reconnected with the GIRL in Bolivia where we eventually learn that the baddie, Mr. Greene of the evil Greene corporation in conjunction with the even eviler Quantum Criminal Consortium LLC has concocted a plot wreaking with the venom of true corporate greed, evil capitalism and nefarious financier-ship; to wit, steal all the fresh water in where? Why Bolivia of course and sell it back to them Bolivians at double the price! MUAHHAHAHAHAHA (evil laugh). We learn at a big party that times are tough in Bolivia because it is costing a weeks wages for an average Bolivian to buy a gallon of clean water! As I remember, the average Bolivian earns about $0.25 per day making the water cost about $1.75 a gallon; pretty much on par with market values in Cleveland. Perhaps this is not the best country for our get richer quicker scheme.

No matter, we are off to the evil opera where the evil baddies are meeting to plan, well, evil. This is where we juxtapose a modernistic version of the Tosca operatic bloodshed whilst Bond dabbles in the real thing dispatching the body guards of the evil biggies who, now discovered & uncovered, are making a hasty retreat for the exits faster than attendees at an Al Gore speech.

No matter, while in Bolivia we are matroned by the closest thing to a real Bond girl, agent Fields. Unfortunately we never really figure out what is beneath that trenchcoat although it appears that Bond does. Also unfortunately for Fields and us, she is quickly eliminated by the baddies in what can only be termed as a 'crude' theft of the Goldfinger modus operandi. I would have expected more of a mess but why waste camera time on the slickened Fields when you can spend it on bathroom scenes with....who else....M of course. Perhaps the most difficult what seemed to be15 minutes of the film (as if minutes were hours Mr. Spock) was watching M in her bathrobe apply & remove cold creme. The threat itself would have sent Mr. Greene permanently into pro bono philanthropy. Not finished with us yet, M draws her bath and the tension in the theater built noticeably as we all began to fear that we would be greeted with an au natural scene of her slipping out of the robe into the tub. Fortunately we were spared that experience (wait for the unedited version coming to DVD soon!). However, it just calls into question what fob with a mommy complex of some sort is calling the shots in these films.

M continues to demonstrate why she should not be "M" vacillating from suspecting Bond to needing him back in 00 some 4-5 times during the movie. We did get a glimpse into the possible personality of M's hubby when he meekly announced, "the calls for you dear on your private line". Whatever.

M may welcome Bond back with open arms or have him captured or killed, no matter, the BOND GIRL is rescuing Bond in her getaway car, a 1964 VW Beetle. I guess the Bolivian Secret Service does not get to roll like the 00's in MI6. At least it was a 40HP!

No matter. We are now off to a hotel in the middle of a high plains Bolivian desert. Time to charter a plane...no, not the little Beachcraft Bonanza that would actually be faster and more maneuverable. Choose the DC-3 with a load of cargo on board. Watch out though, you'll get shot down by the Bolvian Air Force in a single engine Marchetti SIA1 (which I have been corrected on and is a fast little number) I guess the BAF doesn't get to roll like the 00's at MI6 either.

No matter because they are both jumping out of that crate with the only parachute. Somehow everything turns out ok after wrestling for 10,000 feet with the BOND GIRL & parachute falling at 120 MPH because the chute opens 20 feet off of our LZ, a nice big soft slab of granite. BTW, the BOND GIRL walks for miles on granite stones in her bare feat…she’s a hearty lass.

It’s off the hotel to find the baddies. The hotel, located in the high plains desert of Bolivia, is called the Plaza del Sol. It is completely self-sufficient and powered by...solar....no you idiot, hydrogen fuel cells. In fact, each room appears to have its own hydrogen fuel cell and its accompanying hydrogen supply tank. The maids must make your bed and refill your hydrogen tank when they replace the shampoo in the bath, I guess. Naturally the hotel, located in the high plains Bolivian desert is made substantially of steel & stone. Unfortunately, the steel & stone in Bolivia is not quite as durable as the steel & stone you and I have grown to love as we discover when Bond causes a baddie car to crash through a wall igniting a hydrogen tank. The rest of the hydrogen tanks ignite sequentially. Darn it, I hate when that happens, you just can't get good hydrogen tanks anymore. Again, unfortunately, the Bolivian steel & stone burns more like paper mache. Bond battles the Greene baddie but aborts to rescue the BOND GIRL who is caught up in her own subplot vendetta too trite to be explained here. Mr. Greene escapes into the desert only to meet a cryptic fate induced by other unknown baddies and Bond’s 10W-40 payback for the treatment of luscious Agent Fields.

You would be better off waiting for this to hit DVD. At least then you can slo-mo or replay the chase scenes making sense of them, spend more time with the slick Agent Fields and most importantly, FFW or skip over M's bathroom escapades. You have been warned.

The Return of TheWreck (cue dramatic music).

TheWreck's picture

<looks around>

Like what you've done with the place.

But "Crankyland Newborn"?  Feh!  I was posting wiseass remarks when the world was middle-aged!

So, with Bond movies, it's come to this - we're not supposed to ogle at the barely-dressed babes and snigger at their outrageously suggestive names?  We're supposed to treat these things *seriously*?  Feh, I say again.  The world is a less playful place today.

TheWreck

WRECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Coaster's picture

Good to see you, man.  Please post more often. 

This is a new Bond as evidenced by the first film.  When Bond (James Bond) ordered a Martini, the Bartender asked him "Shaken or stirred?" 

Bond replied, "Do I look like I give a shit?" 

Craig's Bond is as different from Sean Connery's Bond as was Roger Moore, only Craig's Bond deviates in the baaaadasss direction.  And that's plenty okay by coaster as long as the occasional smart-ass remark gets tossed in. 

COASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TheWreck's picture

Howdy-do.

I really didn't like the previous incarnation to this one (y'know, New Cranky) - it was a bit confusing to get around, and (maybe I caught the place at the wrong time) it seemed that everyone BUT Cranky were doing the reviews.  Plus, we're just not seeing movies much any more.

But I ambled by, saw the lights were on and decided to drop by.

TheWreck

Negatory, ghostrider..

michael3b's picture

..the bullshit remarks about Mary Mcfleafart have never, ever abated. Stop posting strawmen.  Start posting tinmen.

An electric car James Bond would love

Dan_in_Cincinnati's picture

Damn this thing is cool.  If they ever get the price down I think we are looking at the future.

http://www.teslamotors.com/

{;-) Dan in Miami

Worst. Movie. Ever. Made.

Khoji's picture

Two bombs is much too kind for this monumental heap of steaming crap. Actually, even your "Proof that Jesus died in vain" rating is too kind. This one competes with Oliver Stone's lexander afor the title of the worst movie of all time.

Bourne

Mac's picture

This was not a Bond movie this was the fourth Jason Bourne film and not a very good one, The scene cutting was horrible. I left the theatre in tears for two reason's 1. Bond never got any from the Bond girl! and two there was no Moneypenny! M had a man assistant that was pathetic!

I don't like this Bond

Rajah's picture

James Bond is suppose to be suave, handsome and debonair. I see none of these qualities in this new Bond.

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