Cary Joji Fukunaga’s film inadvertently confirms that Bond is best when the simpler, more savage pleasures prevail.
A beautiful presentation of a film that merges the tropes of the 007 series with a startlingly expressive aesthetic.
There’s much to admire here, from its symbolically sickly aesthetic to its clearly shot action sequences.
I have always liked Tony Kushner, and not just the concept of Tony Kushner the public writer.
Well, that didn’t last.
Finally, a Bond adventure one can enjoy without apology.
Casino Royale is one of the good ones, and not just for the way it wittily recontextualizes several series touchstones.
Well, I guess this proves that Americans aren’t the only ones apt to characterize the French as obnoxious, power-hungry fops.
Terrible film, but you know the DVD is going to be good when the interactive menus all but have sex with you.
How will James Bond now reconcile that he’s become a parody of a parody of a parody?