- Daniel Craig: A Bond for the times.
Set in the present day, this kinetic, character-driven take is intended to serve as the origin story of 007 -- an introduction to the "maladjusted young man," as one love interest refers to him, who grows up to receive a license to kill from Her Royal Highness.
And, of course, Royale is intended to kick-start a moribund big-screen series that's had more low points than high; expectations are minimal when you're next in line after such predecessors as Diamonds Are Forever, Octopussy, The Living Daylights, The World Is Not Enough, and numerous other mediocrities in a series more deserving of fond appreciation than critical admiration.
Yet to say that Casino Royale ranks among the best Bond offerings is not intended as backhanded praise. Yes, it goes on too long, clocking in at 144 minutes, and yes, half the damned thing makes no sense at all -- it feels less edited than shaved -- but the film works hard enough to merit its prolonged coda and nonsensical storytelling. Because beneath all the gimmicks and gadgets -- chief among them a collection of cell phones capable of doing things of which Catherine Zeta-Jones never dreamed -- is an actor who brings to Bond all the things the character has lacked since Sean Connery was fighting the Cold War in a toupee.
Those who sweated and fretted Daniel Craig's casting in the role clearly never saw Layer Cake, a sort of gangster-fried warm-up to Bond. Craig, excellent in both art-house endeavors (The Mother, Enduring Love) and blockbuster think pieces (Munich), has both a nasty streak and a soft side not seen before in the series; Fleming would recognize him as most like his literary creation: damaged goods in a tailored tux.
This Bond, unlike his smug, self-conscious predecessors, is a deadpan executioner with a penchant for letting his guard down too quickly. "I have no armor left," he tells this installment's love interest, British treasury purse-keeper Vesper Lynd (Eva Green), with whom Bond actually falls in love rather than merely into bed. This Bond's a rookie who makes mistakes that nearly lead to his death on several occasions -- and to a torture sequence so simple, yet so devious (and deviant), it makes Goldfinger's crotch laser seem tame by comparison. And this Bond has little interest in living up to the legend: When a bartender asks him whether he'd like his martini shaken or stirred, Bond shoots back, "Do I look like I care?" In that instant, it's as if the part had never been anyone else's.
Adhering faithfully to the novel, writers Neal Purvis and Robert Wade (now on their third Bond movie) and Crash's Paul Haggis offer the quintessential Bond plot. There's the oily Le Chiffre (Mads Mikkelsen) with the slight disfigurement, in this case a scarred left eye that weeps blood. There's the plot involving the funding of baddies trying to take over the world (terrorists, in this case, as opposed to yesteryear's Russians). There's M (Judi Dench), the scolding boss always one moment away from revoking Bond's license, and CIA agent Felix Leiter (Jeffrey Wright, wasted in a bit part intended to warm the heart).
And there's the bullet-gray Aston Martin, the high-stakes card game, the champagne-and-caviar romp with a villain's wife, and the exotic settings (the Bahamas, Miami, Prague). We are starting over, but not from scratch. Bond fans don't want reinvention; they'll settle for rejuvenation.
Director Martin Campbell, who resurrected the franchise with GoldenEye upon the hiring of Pierce Brosnan 11 years ago, achieves the same thing again -- tenfold. No Bond film has ever offered a chase sequence on par with the opening one here, during which Bond and a bombmaker scurry on foot all over -- and on top of -- Madagascar. It blends the raw materials of such free-running films as Ong-bak and District 13, in which characters gallop and soar through cityscapes like everyday supermen, with the archaic conventions of the franchise and refines the whole lot into something crisp, thrilling, and brand-new. And that is great praise to heap upon a 53-year-old character you were just sure should have retired a long, long time ago. Meet the new Bond.