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At the hotel in Tanger (I believe it is the one from the Jason Bourne films, which are comparatively becoming better), he has a secret room full with switched-on computers, which he apparently immures after each visit and which the hotel doesn’t notice. Mr White wants to hide from SPECTRE, but installs a webcam in his living room which transmits everything to SPECTRE HQ. It’s only strange that Oberhauser/Blofeld, who otherwise thinks of everything and plans ahead, simply leaves Bond’s car in the parking lot, allowing Bond to escape. When Bond finds the secret meeting of the secret organization SPECTRE, which is being held – very secretly – in a huge palace in Rome with dozens of luxury cars parked in front, he is already being expected by Oberhauser. That the only car stopping him is a Fiat 500 with an old Italian who is listening to and singing along opera shows to what kitschy lows this film sinks. All of that despite total surveillance, the theme of the film.īond then drives this car from London straight to Rome, where there is no traffic chaos at all, so that Bond and a pursuer can enjoy an allegedly fast and furious car chase. There is not even the pretense of the thinnest thread of a plot.īond is being suspended for the third time, but not only does he keep his job, he can also steal a car from the MI6 basement without being uncovered and receives the support of Q, who can leave his workplace for Austria for a few days without being missed by anyone. But what SPECTRE tries to serve is an insult to viewers. We have gotten used to Bond surviving plane crashes, never being hit once by the bullets of machine guns fired at him and that the villain always reveals his plans before the end of the film. I am well aware that James Bond films never stood out for their logical plots.
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“When will this movie be over? Can somebody shoot me please?” The facial expression of Monica Bellucci clearly shows what she was thinking: “What is the point of this bullshit? I should have gotten such a role 20 years ago.” The discussion about the borderline between consensual sex and rape seems to have bypassed James Bond, the scriptwriters, directors and producers. We already had this in Skyfall, where the former child prostitute suffers the same fate. Monica Bellucci as the widow of the guy just killed by Bond is not being seduced, but almost sexually assaulted. Weird that none of the earlier Bonds or Blofelds ever remembered that, let alone that it was never mentioned in Ian Fleming’s books. And a completely idiotic family story in which Bond and the villain Blofeld had a shared childhood. The opening credits include photos of the protagonists from the last three films and confirm my fear: another retrospect and flashback Bond, instead of a stand-alone film. The theme song Writing’s on the Wall by Sam Smith puts you asleep. If action sequences in 2015 look worse than they did in 1975, then maybe one should use the old technology again (tip: stuntmen instead of CGI boys). The collapsing buildings and the views from the helicopter are so obviously computer-animated that one is almost ashamed.
You can tell that Mexico City didn’t only buy the scene, but also the actress Stephanie Sigman, between whom and Daniel Craig no spark was ignited despite all the explosions around them. It feels as if the movie doesn’t really know what to do with them. They are an amorphous mass without individuals. The Mexicans are mere extras, they remain in the background, James Bond doesn’t interact with any of them. The Dia de los Muertos, the Latin-American Halloween, would be a thankful background, but the film doesn’t make use of it. Because the film’s opening is not fulminate, but bad. It begins in Mexico, with the scene heralded as “the best action scene ever” in so many reviews that I became suspicious that many film critics were bribed just as Mexico City paid millions to bribe the producers into including that scene in the movie. Like a car-boot sale trying to get rid of everything that was left on the cutting-room floor of the previous James Bond films. It is more of an unorganized sequence of badly written and halfheartedly acted scenes.
This film review doesn’t require a spoiler warning because the latest James Bond film SPECTRE doesn’t have a discernible plot anyway.
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