An interesting take on a Bond film, Craig once again being… well Bond. A cliché plot follows a cliché organisation name ‘Spectre’, masking it with a bunch of special effects to make it appear like an original idea.
On a side note, I still don’t understand why Idris Elba cannot take Craig’s place, I can see him getting laid more- they can oil that man up any day.
The basic synopsis (copied from Google) is: “A cryptic message from the past leads James Bond to Mexico City and Rome, where he meets the beautiful widow of an infamous criminal. After infiltrating a secret meeting, 007 uncovers the existence of the sinister organization SPECTRE. Needing the help of the daughter of an old nemesis, he embarks on a mission to find her. As Bond ventures toward the heart of SPECTRE, he discovers a chilling connection between himself and the enemy he seeks.”
So as you may be able to tell, it’s a fairly standard Bond film, Craig gets laid twice by the way, with a few predictable twists and turns. However this is exactly what makes the James Bond series the most stretched out and dried out film series (Spectre being the 24th film), technically speaking. And I loved every single second of it, it’s the Bond touch. The excess that is put forward, such as Craig driving a plane that lost its wings in a wild chase after the girl, is ironically amazing, you could say at this point it’s so bad, it’s good. And one hell of an action movie.
Furthermore, the song- Writing’s On the Wall by Sam Smith was a further disappointment. As if the editor thought ‘shit, forgot the tune’ and got a random -sort of popular- guy to make up something that roughly fits the theme. We went from Tina Turner to Sam Smith in 7 films. That’s just something that will never make sense to me. Saying that the song is okay… and that’s really saying something.
But let us discuss the man I love, Ralph Fiennes. As usual his performance is as casual as his sexuality in the Grand Budapest Hotel. Playing the role of M ingeniously, I will not spoil anything, you’re going to have to see it for yourself (you’re welcome Spectre sales). All I can say is that the character is poorly written however Fiennes takes it on like a champ and makes it somewhat bearable, even coming trough for Bond in the end, sneaky bastard.
All in all I love trashing this glorious failure of a film, it’s the really jacked up guy at the gym who you take the piss out of but really want to become. The 24th James Bond movie, Spectre, is an insanely over-budgeted ($245–250 million) action movie, so far making over $754 million. But we all know and love it, how can you not.