The new Bond movie is to be applauded for attempting something different, even if it’s not quite clear what kind of different that is. Are the busy close-ups and stylised location pointers supposed to indicate independent style? (Spaghetti Bond?) Or is the revenge plot more indicative of an off-the-grid, Licence To Kill style rampage? The issue with Licence To Kill was that it felt just like any other action thriller from 1989; only the theme tune marked it out. Quantum Of Solace is at least stylistically different, and coherent, not anonymous; plus, Bond is never disavowed in quite the same way as he is in Kill.
Another boon for Quantum is the lack of intrusive branding; it lacked those vile and customised adverts that plagued Casino Royale, and even jumped into the script (“Is that a Rolex?” “No, Omega.”), and although various things pop up (Virgin, Gordon’s gin), it feels reasonably natural. It doesn’t take you out of the story, which is the key – Bond doesn’t whip out his chunky laptop to resign on a boat in Venice, for instance (why oh why oh why). Materialism was always part of the Fleming novels, as it provides a signpost to quality of life and a substitute for emotional content, an idea festishised in fare such as American Psycho.
Lack of gadgets? Well, yes (except the CNN-style Magic Wall). But Quantum is a book-end, a way of rounding out the character ahead of a new thrust forward. Daniel Craig is keen to bring back all the letters and oompah-loompah that previously accompanied the agent, so take this and Casino Royale as an On Her Majesty’s Secret Service – which is still one of the most rounded Bonds, if not the most enjoyable.
Roll on Bond 23.
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