Friday, July 16, 2010
I've hit a blogging wall these past weeks, no idea why. I hope it will pass. My mind, however, has not been idle. Having watched a series of James Bond films -- or bits of James Bond films -- these past days on Star Movies, I've arrived at a startling conclusion: Sean Connery is by far the best James Bond.
Roger Moore is fine in the early films, but way too old by the time the eighties kick in for the stunts, or even seductions, to seem believable. This is fatal in the context of Bond films, where plausibility is everything.
Timothy Dalton is the worst Bond. His attempts at charm have a creepy vibe.
Pierce Brosnan is bland. The best that can be said for bland is that it's better than creepy.
Daniel Craig did better in Casino Royale than I'd expected after watching his charisma-free performance in Sylvia as Ted Hughes, who was probably the closest a poet has got to the machismo of James Bond. Craig, unfortunately, looks like his mother had a cast-iron birth canal. His body can only make up so much for that face. Still, his first shot worked well because the script called for a sullen, brooding figure. By the time Quantum of Solace ended, though, I was heartily sick of sullen and brooding.
The opening of Quantum is the worst sequence in half a century of Bond films.