Over the Thanksgiving holiday, I went with some of the nuclear family (thank you LPA) to see the latest James Bond movie Freefall, no, Skyfall, wait is that two words? Actually, I think it’s a proper noun in the movie, the name of a ranch or something on the Isle of Skye (I might have made this up) where Bond supposedly grew up, nothing to do with falling. Or maybe to do with it, falling asleep that is, as one in our viewing party did. Now the movie wasn’t boring. I liked it ok, but it didn’t have quite the cool factor that I’ve come to expect in Bond films. There weren’t many nifty gadgets except for the old sports mota (as the Brits say) with the machine gun headlights. I mean my black and white e-reader would have been as impressive as any technogadget from the flick. Star Trek gadgets from the original series would have been an improvement. And the screenplay was just too serious. Not campy enough for my taste. And where was all the wry British humour? No where, that’s where.
Daniel Craig is a good James Bond, but no Sean Connery or Roger Moore. He could have been their stunt double in this one. You know who he reminds me of – an older version of Matt Damon from the Bourne series, which, incidentally, I thought were much better movies than the three Bond films Daniel Craig starred in. But there is something likeable about him. He’s like the Rocky character who gets repeatedly knocked down but keeps getting up only because he’s suffered one too many head blows and doesn’t have the good sense to stay down.
Javier Bardem’s character, the rogue agent and villain in the movie should get the nod for best actor in the film, and even so, I found him oddly inauthentic. And here’s why – he looked too much like F. Murray Abraham who played Amadeus Mozart in the film Amadeus. Every time he appeared I said to myself, “I need more popcorn and hey, it’s Mozart”. Bardem’s character also vaguely resembles Robert Downey Jr.’s Sherlock Holmes and from time to time I forgot I was in a James Bond film.
I only saw the movie a few days ago, but I’ve already fogotten a lot about it and that’s more of an indictment on my memory than the flick, so I’ll just say this: it wasn’t the best of the lot – my favorite, by the way was the one with all the skiing, wait a a bunch of them had skiing – maybe it was the one On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, anyway, the other thing I remember about FreeFall was that I ran out of a lightly buttered and heavily salted popcorn right after the movie previews and was left with 92 ounces (for just 25 cents more) of diet Pepsi to sip on for the rest of the movie. I was a little annoyed that I hadn’t ordered the matching tub. A medium popcorn in a bag; what was I thinking?