Bond, James Bond

Quantum of Solace hit the theaters in the United States on Friday and was the top-grossing film in the country. And, make no mistake, it is a thrilling, explosive action pic — a little out of character for the Bond franchise, but a great deal of fun.

But if I had to grade the film, I’d give it an incomplete. The reason? The film does not stand on its own. If you did not see Casino Royale — a top-notch Bond film, one of the best — then QoS will make little sense. That is not necessarily its death-knell, but it does limit its effectiveness.

I see the film more as a bridge from Casino Royale to whatever if is that will follow.

Some other thoughts:

  • The title credits, which were so striking in Casino Royale and play such an important mood-setting role in earlier bond films, were dull.
  • The theme song, performed by Jack White and Alicia Keys, was terrible, far less than the sum of its parts.
  • The opening car chase was both thrilling and confusing, a victim of an over-eager editor. Otherwise, the film was brilliantly paced, better in this regard than Casino Royale, which suffered from an overly long aside detailing Bond’s relationship with Vesper.
  • We didn’t need the homage to Goldfinger (I won’t say anymore; Bond fans will know what I mean when they see it).
  • The Bond character progresses in Qos, grows, and it’s clear that the hard edges are softening, the roughness giving way to a Connery-like charm.
  • The film was about 20 minutes too short, the 20 minutes not included being the back-story that would have better fleshed out the narrative.

Recommendation: See Quantum of Solace, but rent Casino Royale first.

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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.

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