Bond, James Bond. It isn’t said until the last line of the movie. That’s because he wasn’t “Bond, James Bond” until that point. “Casino Royale” was big for two reasons when it was released last November: Bond was being portrayed by a new guy – Daniel Craig – and this was the first novel in the series by Ian Fleming that introduced Bond to the world. This was the chance to re-invent the character by showing his christening as a 007 agent, done very stylishly and brutally in black and white in the signature epilogue, and give him a new face after Pierce Brosnan casually dragged the Bond persona across coarse pavement and left in it a bloody and shredded pulp. Hmmm, do I sound bitter? Maybe Brosnan doesn’t deserve the bad blood since the storylines and outrageousness of the last few films all but transcended whoever was cast in them, except Halle Berry, the most outrageous Best Actress winner of my time. People think Marisa Tomei winning an Oscar was a fluke? Watch “Slums of Beverly Hills” and you’ll see her act circles around anything Halle Berry has done.
“Casino Royale” does a great job of getting Craig right into the action. Besides the opening scene (after all, you have to kill to get a license to kill), he is thrown right into a downright daring and deadly footrace through a village in Madagascar. From there the plot goes a little haywire and then comes back into focus – Bond stopped the biggest bankroller of terrorism in the world from making a killing in a powerplay of stock. Now, that bad guy must make back over $100 million to keep some assorted terrorists and factions from hunting his ass down and putting the terror on him. He stages a very high stakes game of poker in the Bahamas – $10 million to get in the game – to make his money back. Bond goes to play and decimate the guy with the blessing, and bankroll, of the British government.
The rest of the movie plays out in a very satisfying way, much as the older films of Sean Connery’s day did. Go back and take another look at “Dr. No”, “Goldfinger” or “From Russia With Love” – not a lot of over-the-top action or high-tech gadgetry but consistent intensity, intrigue and plot. This film runs almost two and a half hours but coasts along and never feels sluggish. Daniel Craig is a great Bond. He creeped me out in “Road to Perdition” as Paul Newman’s petulant, murderous and bitterly jealous son. He surprised me in “Layer Cake” as the “good” drug dealer doing one last deal to get out (he takes a punch more than once and doesn’t fight back, much like Gabriel Byrne in “Miller’s Crossing”). The ending of “Layer Cake” still pisses me off, by the way. Here, Craig makes Bond a tough, arrogant son-of-a-bitch that doesn’t let a sliver of doubt show in his execution.
Welcome back Bond. The new one is supposed to be ready for 2008 and I can’t wait.
