Jan. 30, 2011, 10:42 p.m. CST
Javier Bardem vs JAMES BOND!!!
Jan. 30, 2011, 10:44 p.m. CST
by Tigger Tales
Jan. 30, 2011, 10:44 p.m. CST
by Darren Dodge
Bardem and Bond. Take the damn role!!!
Jan. 30, 2011, 10:47 p.m. CST
Sam Mendes has the chops to make this a classic Bond. Now, all we need is a Director's Cut of Quantum of Solace. The film needs an additional 5-10 minutes just to *breathe*. Transitions happened way too fast between locations, and the action scenes were so unintelligible, they pissed me off. You never knew where you were in the scene or what the hell was going on. If the action scenes could be re-edited, and establishing shots added in at appropriate points, the film would work.
Jan. 30, 2011, 10:51 p.m. CST
Dr Strange if the smart people at Disney ever give Del Toro the green light on that. Make it happen
Jan. 30, 2011, 10:55 p.m. CST
i like that they are not remaking any of the movies, just yet. I know CR's been done before, but it doesn't count.
Jan. 30, 2011, 10:56 p.m. CST
but never bothered to see it a second time. I wanna find out who's writing this new script
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:03 p.m. CST
Fucking aye, get it together AICN
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:06 p.m. CST
Did I miss something?
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:06 p.m. CST
The scene at the opera = poetry. It wasn't Casino Royale, granted, but not much is. Everyone was expecting a crowd-pleaser and it went out of its way to be something else (and its brisk pace was welcome, IMO). Bardem seems like such an obvious choice that I'm not totally sold on it, but he could definitely be great. I'm looking forward to seeing the finished product.
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:06 p.m. CST
by Nasty In The Pasty
Mendes is a good director with a lush visual style, but he hasn't exactly directed a lot of action (even Jarhead was a a war movie without the war). I just hope they don't pull the same shit they did with Thingy Of Whatsis (Something Of Boris) and edit the shit out of the action scenes to cover up Mendes' inexperience. And it's a shame Mendes and Kate Wisnlet broke up...she'd make a geeky/hot Moneypenny (check out her look in Enigma with the big glasses).
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:09 p.m. CST
Connery IS the best Bond....but Casino Royale was the best of the series.
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:11 p.m. CST
My best friend and I started getting into Bond movies when we were in 4th grade. The first I ever saw was Thunderball, and I saw Goldfinger pretty soon after that. It's something I've grown up with and for the longest time, I guess out of respect I tried to defend Goldfinger and Live and Let Die as my favorites. I just gave up about a year ago. Casino Royale is perfect.
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:12 p.m. CST
i'm so happy i'm angry!!
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:21 p.m. CST
My favorite Bond is Daniel Craig, but Connery is still the best Bond by a bit of distance. Craig may surpass Connery but I think it would take a 007 movie that was on par with The Dark Knight. Maybe Mendes is going to do that with this film. It could happen. What still makes me sad is that Brosnan had the potential to be the best Bond ever. He just never had the chance. Watching him in post 007 spy movies has proven to me that he could have been THE best Bond. If I didn't like Craig so much I would have stopped watching Bond movies after they fucked Brosnan over. I think that after Craig, they should hand it over to Gerard Butler and let the Bond movies lighten up for a decade. You can't keep up the serious forever. You have to go back and forth. I think Butler would be a great light and fun Bond.
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:22 p.m. CST
he would be so creepy as blofeld it will chill you for days after seeing the film just like he did with his performance as anton chigurh
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:22 p.m. CST
Am I the only one hoping they stick to the rumors of it being a female?
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:25 p.m. CST
Property of a Lady? 007 in New York? not too many titles left...
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:26 p.m. CST
I can see him filling a role similar to Giancarlo Giannini's Mathis or even Robbie Coltrane's Zukovsky. Though it would be damned interesting to see him cast as Q. Diehard fans everywhere would probably keel over from sudden onset rage heart attacks.
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:35 p.m. CST
and please let the script be good
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:37 p.m. CST
Nice try, but that's in Top Stories. First one down. Find something else to complain about.
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:39 p.m. CST
Jan. 30, 2011, 11:44 p.m. CST
That was the whole point of Quantum of Solace. He BECOMES "Bond" at the end, with the classic "gunsight" opening used as an exclaimation mark that the "real" Bond is here and ready to start his mission.
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:07 a.m. CST
...that sounds like a fuckin' awesome casting. I hope it's not only true, but that it comes to fruition.
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:10 a.m. CST
by frank cotton
title He told it as a joke, but secretly believed it to be true. It had to be. He’d suffered ten years of bad neighbors, a run broken only by the too-short vacancies between them, and they just kept getting worse. It was long past coincidence, and deep into pattern. First, it was drunks, loons, and crackheads, with the odd dope dealer or wife beater for variety. Then came vampires. And zombies. Apartment 606, the one to his left when he looked outside, was the gate to Hell. Over the years, an endless stream of assholes had poured through it; a scheduled layover on their way to rehab, the slam, or the nuthouse. Lately, he’d become convinced that not only did the place draw them in to it, but that some of them might have actually been spawned from out of it. There had been many times when he’d seen someone hauling their crap in or out, but there had also been many times that they were suddenly just there. Or gone. It was nothing he could swear to in a court of law, anymore than he could about the vampires, or the zombies. As compelling as the evidence was, it was all circumstantial. But pile up enough of it, eventually it became a mountain, and a mountain was pretty hard to ignore. It was 3:37 Monday morning, and once again, someone was knock, knock, knocking on his door. He could hear them clear into the bedroom, giggling and cackling, stomping on the stairs, and slinging beer bottles into the parking lot. His new neighbors. He hated this shit, and he hated this place; it had driven him mad, he was certain of it. He checked out the peephole, and sure enough, three or four screw-ups were right outside the door, sloshing beer on the walkway, and spitting over the railing onto cars. He heard it more than saw it; some jerk had stolen the bulb from his outside light, and everything was backlit by the murky streetlamp on the other side of the lot. A warm glow from off to the left, no doubt a grill blazing away in defiance of the landlord and the law, helped some, but nowhere near enough. Same old, same old. If it wasn’t these bozos tonight, it would be maintenance in the morning. Or the church ladies. Or somebody looking for somebody else who’d never even lived there . . . there was always someone or another, wanting something or another, pounding on his door like the world was coming to an end right behind them. While annoying enough in its own right, it wasn’t the sheer volume of knockers that bothered him so much, as the percentage that tried the knob when he didn’t answer. He’d quit answering years ago. Now he just stared out the peephole at the lost fill-in-the-blank until they gave up and wandered off. They had to be lost; they were never looking for him, but always for someone else, and usually for someone else over in 606. A massive nose suddenly obscured his view, and what had to be a massive fist started hammering the door right in his ear. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “What the fuck do you want?” way, way too loud. The nose backed off a couple of inches, and a much lighter ‘knock, knock, knock’ ensued. Some of these dipshits were really determined. Like the one who’d gone on for almost forty minutes, knock, knock, knock, pause, knock, knock, knock, as regular as a pulse in a brain tumor. He’s outlasted that one, but it had taken six aspirin to kill the headache he’d been left with. That was on the morning after he’d stood in the living room in his underwear at 4:00 a.m., listening as the basketcase next door slowly smashed in his front window. “I have got to get out of here.” Every time one of these serial knockers started up, he could feel the days being knocked off the end of his life. Why was it that every single one of them, no matter what time of day or night, every single time anyone ever knocked on his door, they had to beat on it like they were trying to kill it? He went to get some aspirin, and when he got back to the door, the nose was gone, and he could see the porch again. Barely. The feeble yellow light from the streetlamp scarcely cut the gloom, and he wished that he had put a new bulb in the light outside, even though he knew good and well it would have been stolen by now. It didn’t look to him as if anyone had gone away, although the glow had, which just made it harder to see. He tensed up in anticipation of the next barrage. What the hell could this bunch want? The only time a neighbor ever knocked was when they were after a favor. The toilet next door was prone to backing up, and with the beer drinking going on outside, his first guess was that they wanted to use the can. Well, maybe not all of them; he could swear he heard someone pissing down off the landing onto a car. He stood, staring out, wondering just what horrible crime he had committed in what past life to deserve being marooned there. He searched his memory, hoping that his bad luck could be blamed on someone else in this life, but left off when he found he couldn’t point to anyone other than himself. Knock, knock, knock. He took a step back and leaned up against the half a wall that separated his supposed living room from the kitchen, and watched the faint spark of light that came through the peephole wink on and off as the idiots outside milled about. It didn’t seem as if they were likely to give up. He grinned wide as the idea ran through his head, the one he indulged in about once a year, the one about just emptying his .38 into the door, or wall, as applicable. He caught himself, and sighed, wondering if he could pinpoint which exact moment, with which neighbor, had sent him over the edge. Which neighbor was easy enough; it had definitely been PsychoGirl. As to which moment, well, it had begun the second she moved in, and not come to an end until the day she moved out. Just thinking about it made him grind his teeth. He had liked to think of surviving her as a badge of honor, but he wasn’t so sure anymore, about the surviving. “Hey, man, it’s not like we don’t know you’re in there.” He looked down at the carpet. The old stains had been slowly creeping back to surface lately. Time to rent a cleaner. How much money had he sunk into this hole, outside of rent? There was one reason why he was still here. He did all of his own maintenance; the management had a bad habit of always picking some questionable tenant for the job, and there was no freakin’ way he was letting one of those in. He’d seen the latest one selling dope out in the parking lot, in broad daylight, on more than one occasion. In addition to the maintenance, he’d also done a lot of renovation work, and during one rare stretch, when all the surrounding apartments had been vacant, he’d built a compartment under the floor large enough to stash his laptop in. It was amazing how much could be accomplished with determination and a Dremel tool. He thought about the last chick who’d lived next door, the one who actually had been thrown down the stairs. She hadn’t wasted any time in getting out, had she? Was a mean piece of work she’d had done on her. Sure, he’d seriously considered giving PsychoGirl a nudge in that direction, but he hadn’t followed through. And sure, there had been the one time when some dude had almost clocked her right outside his door, and he’d drawn blood biting his tongue to keep from yelling, “Hit her!” But no shit, Mother Teresa would have been hard pressed to keep from popping a cap into that one. A hearty round of laughter from outside broke through his reverie. He looked at the clock: 3:37 in the goddamn morning. Why in the fuck was it that nobody around here ever called the cops? Ever? True, they had all called them on PsychoGirl, forty or fifty times, but that was the exception to prove the rule. He wondered just what number of gunshots in what period of time would constitute a threat to the average resident. Maybe he should just give in and spring for another cell phone. And what about this new crew? He hadn’t seen any of them moving in . . . hadn’t seen any of them at all before tonight, just heard them. They sounded, and from what little he could see, looked, like a bunch of biker types, although he hadn’t heard any actual bikes. Four biker types, with no bikes, holed up in a one-bedroom apartment. He wondered if he would know a meth lab if he smelled one. Knock, knock, knock. He needed a smoke. A smoke, and a couple more aspirin. Like clockwork; every week, just like clockwork. It might be for several days running, or it might be several times in one day, but every week, just like clockwork, somebody had to show up and start pounding on the door. Last week it had been that creep, the one who’d caught him on the stairs, the one who hadn’t even seen which apartment he’d come out of, wanting to know if David still lived there. Or Scott. Or whoever. How many times had that fuckup come knockin’ at two or three in the morning? Four times? Five times? Why did all these would-be parasites always zero in on him? At least it wasn’t that one again. He lit a cigarette, thinking that it might be time to crank up ‘the song’ again, and started wondering, PsychoGirl aside, which of the former occupants of 606 had been the worst. Not an easy call. Crackheads were always nerve-wracking, but a well-timed call or two to Crime-Stoppers usually solved that problem. Best to nip that bullshit in the bud. Drunks, potheads, and the other various and sundry rowdies were also seriously annoying, but a good set of headphones drowned them out, for the most part. The morons who just had to put every stick of furniture slap up against the wall, which guaranteed that they would slam into it each and every time they sat down, got up or, God forbid, started humping, well, they really pissed him off; inconsiderate, sorry-ass motherfuckers. They tended to be door-slammers and stair-stompers to boot. How many times had the front doorframe over there been rebuilt, five, six times? Hell, how many times had the door been kicked in? What the fuck had he been thinking about? Oh, right, his second worst neighbor . . . so many candidates. The vampires had been pretty alarming. Once he’d decided that they might really be vampires, he had really freaked out. And although they had proved to be dead quiet most of the time, and very polite, still they had often done a lot of the shit he couldn’t stand: door-slamming, step-stomping, bouncing from apartment to apartment to apartment. Where did people get the energy? After the vampires, the zombies hadn’t been quite the shock they might have been before. Besides, he’d always liked the zombie movies, and a lot of the other residents could pass for one on a good day. Shoot, after PsychoGirl, all the others paled in comparison. He fired up another cigarette, and had another look outside. He found a giant, bloodshot eye staring back at him. He jerked his head back, and heard a fresh burst of giggling outside, followed by someone saying, “Guys, you’re not helping.” Another bottle whistled through the night air, and smashed into the lot. Knock, knock, knock. “Hey, man, we know what you’re thinking. We’re not here for favors, we just want to talk to you.” Right. Maybe he should just start drinking again . . . the knocking wouldn’t bother him near as much, and it would help take the edge off of his paranoia. Not that it would help him any now, though. Sooner or later, he was going to have to open the door. Probably sooner. “You know it’s 3:30 in the morning?” “You’re up, right?” Damnit. He peered out past the bobbing silhouettes to the dim streetlamp. It was seriously foggy; he could barely make out the dumpster on the far side the lamppost. He could make out a slew of broken bottles, just short of the dumpster, glittering like a galaxy. He liked fog, it made him remember the mountains. Why couldn’t he live there? “So, it takes four of you just to talk?” That should buy him a little time to calculate his approach. Weapons. Four unknowns, times 3:30 in the morning, equals weapons. The .38 in the back pocket, at minimum. The short metal rod wrapped in friction tape he kept by the door would do for a backup, and if he put a knife in plain sight on the end table, it could serve as both a warning and a distraction. Might be overkill, but what the hey . . . A bottle slammed into the dumpster, the sound followed by a round of ‘woo-hoos,’ which would no doubt be followed by another round. Cripes. How many times had he stood at the door like this, listening to the drunken babble or invective of some screw-up or screw-ups, as often as not shouted from building to building? How many times had he left for work to find a couple of dozen empty cans and/or bottles right outside the door? Or even entire bags of garbage? There’d actually been one time when some asswipe had simply dumped their trashcan over the rail. The place attracted slobs like shit did flies. He lit a third smoke from the butt of the second, stuffed the .38 in his pocket, and tried to get into the right state of mind. He needed to get a bit more riled up. To that end, he reminisced about the guy whose wife had locked him out every Friday night for a year, and let him pound on the door for a couple hours before letting him in. Every Friday night, for a year, and not one time, not one lousy, stinkin’ time had the cops shown up. He wondered just how many thousands of years it had been since the key was invented, and was reminded of the time he’d come home whacked on tequila, and woke up twelve hours later to find that he’d left the front door unlocked. He had quit then and there, and maybe starting up again wasn’t the best idea. He needed to get the upper hand here, take control, put out some bad vibes. Now would be a good time. “You gonna answer my question?” All movement outside ceased. He’d caught them off-guard. “It’s just that the guys all wanted to meet you.” Then again, maybe not. And what the hell was that supposed to mean? The only time anyone around here wanted to meet you, what they really wanted was a favor. A large part of the knocking problem was due to the fact that his door was at the top of the stairs. Anyone who wasn’t sure of which apartment they were after would invariably knock at his simply because it was the first one they were presented with. Lazy bastards. That did not, however, explain the large number of knockers who beat on his door, and his alone, and then just went away. There’d once been a knockout blonde, the same one he’d seen on several occasions standing in the middle of the street a couple blocks away, waving at passing cars, who’d shown up at two or three in the morning every six months or so, for a couple of years. He’d wanted to open the door, really, really wanted to open the door, but every time some small voice in his head had told him quietly that it was a really, really bad idea. She had looked a lot like a girl he’d been sweet on, who had driven him past this very complex ten years before he moved in, to show him the spot where she’d firebombed some dudes car; a spot he could now see anytime he pleased from his kitchen window. Should have known that was an ill omen. Knock, knock, knock. The fridge let out with the loud crackling sound it had been making for ages, and someone outside turned on a boombox. It took him a minute or so to recognize the song. It was the same one he played in an endless loop, at full blast, on those nights when a neighbor got completely out of hand: ‘Right Next Door to Hell’ by Guns ‘n’ Roses. The average knocker, including most door-to-door types, knocked for three sets, and went on. The A-types, who refused to believe that anyone would have the audacity to not be at home, went four, five, sometimes even six sets. Anyone knocking more than six times was not likely to give up until their knuckles bled. Anyone cranking up a box was planning to hang around, whether you opened up or not. Gauntlet. He grabbed a smoke, killed the inside light, and unlocked the door. As he yanked it open, the clock caught his eye. It read 3:37 a.m. There were four of them. Thirtyish-looking, with long hair, goatees and mustaches, dressed in jeans, t-shirts, and boots. They could have fit right in at any Bike Rally, had it not been for their reddish skin, exaggerated facial features, stubby, ancient horns, and wrinkled tails. Demons. Sure as shit. He wasn’t even half surprised. Vampires, zombies, demons; as a logical progression, it made sense. Of course, the vampires and zombies had been a little more discreet. Looked like the cops might not have been all that much help after all. “Okay, what?” “You know, you really ought to put a bulb out here.” They all laughed uncontrollably for several minutes. When it was over; the one closest to the door spoke up. “Let’s be serious for a minute. Starting from your left, this is Wayne, Lee, and Ray. I’m Stu. We’re here because our assignment to this location is almost up, and there’s something we wanted to set straight before we go. We’re all aware of how much you despise this place, and that you’re under the impression that you’re some kind of target. Now, we can see how you might have come to this conclusion, considering the nature of your experiences here. I’m pretty sure I speak for all of Hell, back me up here, guys, when I say we all thought you’d have bailed out of here years ago. But the truth is, what we got here is more along the lines of a collateral damage-type scenario. Wrong place, wrong time, and all that. We, the four of us, that is, got nothing against you personally . . . say, one of you want to grab him a beer?” Ray, the closest to their door, volunteered. When he opened it, a massive wave of fire rolled out and engulfed him. He flinched, just the least little bit, then strode in. The flames lashed out at the open air for a moment or two before he came back out, soaked in sweat, with both hands full of frosted long-necks, as Wayne and Lee both nailed the dumpster with their empties. “It sure feels great out tonight, don’t it?” They all murmured in agreement while Ray passed out the beers, then Stu continued. “Thanks, Ray. As I was saying, we got no problem with you. Matter of fact, you’ve been the best neighbor we’ve ever had. Twenty years we’ve been here, and you wouldn’t believe some of the losers we’ve had to put up with. But you’ve been right decent; you keep to yourself, you like the heavy metal, and horror movies . . .” “Don’t forget porn!” “. . . and porn. You always know just the right time for calling CrimeStoppers, and you have personally been our number one source of entertainment for years; well, maybe not so much since you stopped losing your temper every ten minutes like you used to, but nothing lasts forever, right?” Wayne, Lee, and Ray all cast sideways glances toward the flames whipping out their doorway. “We would have liked to have seen you have more sex; you know, with another person. We really like that. Heck, Saint Wayne over there even got clearance to throw you a bone, so to speak. It’s just too bad he couldn’t have been a little more obvious.” “Hey! He turned down a cute one, so he’s gonna go for a homely one?” “She stood in the road waving at cars, for cryin’ out loud! I wouldn’t have let her in our place.” So, he’d been right about her all along. A question popped into his head, and although he’d been determined not to say anything, he had to ask. “What about that old broad, the one who lived down in 602 about three years back?” “Hey now, don’t blame that on us . . . that was just pure dumb luck there. And just so you know, all of this here unofficial friendliness is not to imply that we haven’t, or won’t, fuck with you outside of the neighbor relationship. We just didn’t want to leave with you harboring any misconceptions, seein’ as you were pretty much up to speed on the rest of it.” “Fair enough, I guess.” He watched the flames for a moment, then remembered his clock, stuck at 3:37. “So, I take it this is one of those ‘stopped time’ deals?” Stu glanced around him at the clock, and chuckled. “No, this is one of those ‘dead battery’ deals. Ray, how we doin’ on brewskis?” “This is it.” “Just as well, it’s getting’ early. Anyways, it’s been real.” The four of them stepped up to the railing and slung their empty bottles, all of which shattered spectacularly against the dumpster. The boombox went silent, and a siren could be heard close by. Nobody moved as it grew louder and louder, and it was obvious to all that a police cruiser was coming down the road on the far side of the building. The fog turned blue, and right as the cruiser flew past the building, the siren went dead. They all four looked at him, and broke into a long fit of laughter. “Good one, Lee. Classic.” “I thought it would be a nice touch.” They staggered over to 606, and went inside. Just before he closed the door, Stu stuck his head out. “I guess I don’t really need to say it, but there is always the possibility that we’re just yanking your chain.” The door shut, and he was left alone outside. He sat his untouched beer on the railing, went inside, and leaned up against the half a wall. Just as his nerves were starting to settle down, there was a light knock on the door. He’d more or less expected it. He opened the door, and found Stu. “Sorry, man, but I’d almost forgot. Just for the next week, if you don’t mind, what say you lay off playing that song? It’s not that we don’t like it, but when you play it, it kinda comes off as an insult.”
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:44 a.m. CST
So much goodwill earned with Casino Royale, so totally shot to hell with Solace. I could maybe -- maybe -- forgive the intelligence-insulting car stunt scenes at the waterfront (Man with the Golden Gun/Smokey and the Bandit SHIT), but the whole third act broke startlingly new territory in the history of the franchise: it was fucking boring. Terrible movie. So diappointing, I take it as a personal insult.
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:54 a.m. CST
that is such a lazy view on the film- yes the film has problems compared to casino royale, but it is a solid bond entry, better then all but one of the brosnan films-
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:57 a.m. CST
in the unreleased alt ending of quantum, mr white gets killed- beyound that, Jesper Christensen said he is done with bond- Guy Haines from Quantum is supposed to be white's superior anyways- check wiki for quantum its all out there.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:19 a.m. CST
fuck the haters, I enjoyed QoS. It was not Casino Royale. But it was still solid, and better than the steaming 007 turds of the last 15 years (aside from GoldenEye)
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:30 a.m. CST
James Bond is not about American middle class bullshit. As long as that little English prick is attached, Bond is doomed.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:44 a.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:02 a.m. CST
His music was so distinctive. you could recognize it in a few bars, not just the bond films. The next Bond film better kick ass, cause they're dedicating it to his memory and his awesome legacy.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:36 a.m. CST
His music output (to me) was like Mozart. He touched the soul and stirred emotions like no other composer. He was a genius and will be greatly missed.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:37 a.m. CST
mrd - I don't remember the entirely unmemorable QoS or its ending, but Casino Royale ended with "NOW he's really Bond". Then they went backwards for Quantum by making him still all emo about the girl and out for revenge, when he's supposed to be cool and collected and not give a sh-t. CR's ending told us we were there, but then QoS copped out on it, so why won't the next one cop out as well?
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:37 a.m. CST
Danny Craig kicks ass!
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:43 a.m. CST
Maybe Bond will have better luck with him
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:52 a.m. CST
Brosnan, Hands down, dont get me wrong Connery did a great job but I believe Brosnan is the embodiment of 007. Similiar to Robert D. Jr. and Stark? RDJ isnt Stark, STARK IS RDJ Bond is Brosnan in my eyes at least.... furthermore I dont think Craig fits the Bond persona very well, His actions as character yes, but his appearance is off. Casino Royale was suppose to be when he just became 007 yet he looks older as shit compared to Connery or Brosnan..... again IMO!
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:53 a.m. CST
He is the best and most badass Brit, maybe even actor, there is. Daniel Craig is good, but he poses too much. A bit short as well, but that doesn't really matter. Overall he's kinda obnoxious. Bond should be cool.
Jan. 31, 2011, 3:22 a.m. CST
Can you not have a maximum character count so we don't have to scroll past the like of whatever the giant pile of shite was that Frank Cotton dumped on here?
Jan. 31, 2011, 3:29 a.m. CST
It should be Carte Blanche. For those who don't know, Jeffery Deaver is writing the next Bond novel. It will be AWESOME. How do I know? Because it's Jeffery Fucking Deaver. Best thriller writer since Frederick Forsyth forgot how to write. I'm reading Garden Of Beasts right now, and if it's anything to go by then Carte Blanche will be one heck of a good Bond novel. A Bond novel...........with twists!!! So; when Mendes is done, they need to film this one next. And keep Craig for it as well!
Jan. 31, 2011, 3:54 a.m. CST
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Jan. 31, 2011, 3:56 a.m. CST
it's like one, long action scene, with little room to breath here and there. It's not the most profound movie ever made, nor it is a as good as Casino Royale, but it is among the better Bond movies.
Jan. 31, 2011, 4:15 a.m. CST
Despite Lazenby being one of the weakest Bonds.
Jan. 31, 2011, 4:20 a.m. CST
legendary composer John Baryy has died. RIP
Jan. 31, 2011, 4:21 a.m. CST
by Mr Kite
There is no doubt about it but it could have been better than many of the previous movies if it wasn't edited to death! There were some brilliant action sequences in the movie that were cut to peices. It doesn't matter how good or bad the story is if the movie is unwatchable. As for it being a rip off of the greengrass Bourne movies....yes 100%! Members of the Bourne crew worked on QoS so its pretty lame to argue otherwise. Its true that many of the ealier Bond movies were pretty bad until the series was rebooted with Casino Royale The thing is the bad Bond films dissapointed me. QoS actually made me angry which is the same feeling I got when trying to watch the second Bourne movie. Lets hope Mendes makes all the true Bond fans smile again
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:02 a.m. CST
there is no obit for John Barry. all other movie websites are carrying this.
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:20 a.m. CST
by Monkey Butler
Because it's not a good Bond film (or arguably a Bond film at all), but it's still a great action film IMO. As has already been said, the Tosca scene alone is epic. Not to mention Olga Kurylenko and Gemma Arterton. <p> Casino Royale gets far too much credit for going back to basics, when it really does have more than its fair share of cheese. The poker scenes bring the film to an absolute stand-still, are completely unrealistic and painfully obvious to anyone with even a passing knowledge of the game, and are horribly written, so that people who don't know anything about poker will still be able to follow. Don't get me wrong, CR's still a great movie, but I think people are still too blinded by the fact that it was a good re-launch to see its shortcomings.
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:29 a.m. CST
Has a final act. No Country kind of... forgot... about that part...
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:30 a.m. CST
by Righteous Brother
needs to go up against a Red Grant type character, some kind of badass that'll really give him a run for his money.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:01 a.m. CST
I think it would be a match made in heaven, specially that he is still an unknown...
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:05 a.m. CST
...his evocative and sweeping scores made the Bond franchise what is now... So sad that we'll never hear more of his beautiful style again. As far as Bardem goes, I hope he takes whatever role he's been offered in this latest one, as he'd be great.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:21 a.m. CST
by peter skellen
This piece rather lost me when it stated that it liked Quantum of Solace - one of the worst films ever made - and that Craig - a mumbling actor with one facial expression and an uncanny likeness to Derek Deadman - was the best Bond. That noise you can hear is the sound of Ian Fleming and Cubby Broccoli turning in their graves with a heavy sigh. RIP John Barry.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:22 a.m. CST
RIP John Barry - as good as John Williams, Howard Shore, Basil Poledouris and others may be... You remain my favourite ever film composer.<p> Farewell to a legend.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:27 a.m. CST
by Mark Bagley
I didn't "mind" Quantum of Solace that much, but I was a little tired of all the "lets get to know Bond's intimate side" crap. Some things need to be left a mystery. And I wasn't a fan of the Bourne-style action too, it wasn't Bond at all. Instead, how about a plot along the lines of "From Russia With Love"? Something to make you think a little. And he's supposed to shoot people with his Walther PPK as soon as he's done with them, not even giving them a chance to get up from their chair. THAT'S Ian Flemming's Bond.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:54 a.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:05 a.m. CST
AICN manage to report that Bardem MIGHT be in the next Bond film, but are scooped by all other websites about John Barry's passing.
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:24 a.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:26 a.m. CST
by L. Ron Bumquist
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:42 a.m. CST
Just... wow http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svOlz2ei4Yk
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:04 a.m. CST
Everybody should go listen to this CD today, one of Barry's best and definitely his best Bond score since OHMSS. At least he left the Bond series on a high. David Arnold is just a shallow imitation, hopefully Sam Mendes will get somebody new in. That's Goldsmith and Barry gone now, only John Williams remains of the three greats.
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:30 a.m. CST
Time for a friggin' reboot already. I'm a James Bond junkie since the seventies, the Bourne Bond films don't exist in my dojo at all. Casino Royale was very overrated...
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:37 a.m. CST
Andrew Garfield. Probably.
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:40 a.m. CST
It's possible they didnt report on the great John Barry's passing immediately because HArry was trying to find the right words.
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:41 a.m. CST
by Peter Franks
and I'm as floored by Barry's brilliance now just as all those years ago. Godspeed, maestro.
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:46 a.m. CST
by Peter Franks
Don't call yourself a fan of 007, because it's blatantly obvious that you've never read Fleming. Apologies that Bond isn't light enough for you, ya fucking tosser. Craig is Fleming's Bond and we can only be so lucky as to have his amazing portrayal for years to come.
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:56 a.m. CST
Live and Let Die. Baron Samedi FTW, bitches.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9 a.m. CST
by Peter Franks
With Mendes at the helm, Craig back in the saddle and now Bardem potentially in tow? Thunderballs! Color me goddamned excited! I count us as lucky that this character we adore is finally being given true dramatic weight at the cinema. As much as I adore Connery, he can't hold a candle to Craig's acting chops. My favorite cinematic (and not coincidentally, literary) 007 for decades has been OHMSS, but Casino Royale actually unseated it quite easily...thanks to Craig. Do those wankers questioning Craig's work really not remember Die Another Day? It wasn't long ago that Bond appeared ready for the dustbin. Barbara needs to get Craig locked up to another three picture deal ASAP, so this wondrous ride doesn't end anytime soon.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:20 a.m. CST
by Snake Foreskin
Casino Royale was a great reboot to the legendary franchise. Quantum of Solace was a step backward in many respects. That climactic action scene was appallingly done. And the movie was 90% forgettable. Not good for a Bond film.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:26 a.m. CST
Bond had never been a neanderthal thug whom M must get back on his leash; he was sophisitcated and classy. But in order to be "hip" they devided to make him "gritty" and "real"... If they want to make these movies with Craig they should call the character something else, like Fists MacGuffin.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:42 a.m. CST
I agree that QOS felt like an unfinished movie. It's missing at least 30 minutes or dialogue and backstory. The whole "Agent Fields" subplot flashes by way too fast and was probably meant to more elaborate. It's obvious the strike made producers speed up the movie production and some parts of the script ended up on the cutting room floor. Let's hope we get a directors cut someday, although I can't recall another Bond movie getting "re-cut." Can anyone think of an example of that? Also Rest in Peace, Mr. Barry. I'll have my "Best of Bond" CD in constant rotation all day long. We have all the time in the world to enjoy your work.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:43 a.m. CST
yet? Did I miss it?
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:54 a.m. CST
seriously, I have the encyclopedia of bond, have my computer sounds changed to bond noises, etc... (total geek I know) and I must say that Quantum of Solace blew so badly, I could never watch it again. I'm not a Brosnan fan but I watched some of his Bond films the other day and guess what? YOU COULD TELL WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON IN THE ACTION SCENES. I hate QoS for sucking so badly, just awful awful directing. That said, this new one should be absolutely fantastic, as long as Mendes shoots ESTABLISHING SHOTS, and plenty of MASTER SHOTS. Jesus, it's directing 101 and it killed QoS. Bardem is an excellent choice for a villian, or a good sidekick villain like Jaws or Oddjob. His character in No Country is pretty much a Bond sidekick villain. I can't freaking wait.
Jan. 31, 2011, 10:08 a.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 10:17 a.m. CST
No none does ruthless like Mr. Ian McShane. It's about time Lutor becomes a scary, ruthless villian. I want a luther that comes accross as both evil, cold hearted, calculated and super intelligent.
Jan. 31, 2011, 10:28 a.m. CST
Remember the beginning of "The Living Daylights" with the girl on the boat? "It's so boring here, Margo. There's nothing but playboys and tennis pros. I wish I could find a real man..." before Bond (Timothy Dalton) lands on the roof? Well, that was no actress. That was the secretary of Brandon Tartikoff (or whoever was Prez of NBC at the time). She was Cubby Brocoli's spy in the offices, keeping him apprised of whether Brosnan would be let out of his "Remington Steele" contract so that they could get him for Bond. Appearing in "Living Daylights" was her payoff.
Jan. 31, 2011, 10:49 a.m. CST
First let me say I've never picked up a bond novel before in my life..but pretty much all I ever heard from the folks who have read them that has the most accurate portrayal so far. Now I did watch some documentaries on the DVD's for all the Connery Films..Great DVD's btw but I got this sense that Bond was more "rough" and more thugish. he might have a touch of "classiness" or debonair about him but in the level that was in the movies. I also got a sense from the docs that Director Terrance Young added a lot of his own personality into the character for the movies or what he thought the character should be in his mind..I came away thinking that he def had his hand in creating a lot of the traits in the movie bond.
Jan. 31, 2011, 10:53 a.m. CST
Christophe Waltze as his brutal, brilliant psychological muscle. With a scar from his forehead to his armpit who doles out some sick savage acts on Bardem's foes.
Jan. 31, 2011, 11:26 a.m. CST
by Nasty In The Pasty
I'm still bitter that Desmond Llewellyn got screwed over...
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:02 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
it's painfully obvious that the bloke it brainless. Read the fucking books, CUNTryboy, and then come and enlighten us with your wisdom as to how Bond should be portrayed on screen. He hasn't, and most likely won't admit as much, but he's of the Moore school of buffoonery, animal double takes, and the notion that Moonraker was subtle art. No. Fucking. Thank. You.
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:50 p.m. CST
by Dustin Ackerman
I am a die hard james bond fan ever since i was 5 years old, and i am sorry but i hardly think daniel craig is the best bond. his first 2 films i thought were lacking something and till this day i still cant put my finger on what it is.
we the first movie was supposed to be the first book that was never made into a movie. thats why he had just become a double "0" in the beginning of the movie. but i do feel that these are 2 of the worst bond movies i had had higher hopes.
Jan. 31, 2011, 12:58 p.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:01 p.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:01 p.m. CST
Feels wrong since Connery isn't in it, but Casino Royale is my favorite Bond movie too (not the Sellers version). Craig is a great Bond.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:04 p.m. CST
It just needed to be said. NO COUNTRY was a good film, but THERE WILL BE BLOOD was SO much better.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:06 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
is an homage to Kubrick's The Shining.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:35 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
I don't care if it's this film, or the next...I would be over the moon for a re-make of On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Listening to the soundtrack numerous times today in honor of John Barry's passing, and that score, in conjunction with Craig's 007 would simply be fucking epic.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:41 p.m. CST
He's not funny, he's not vulnerable, he's not dangerous, he's just good at looking stupid without looking endearing. And as for those classic action scenes in Casino Royale, are you referring to the parkour styled construction site fight or the bourne identity style elevator/stairs gunfight? I'm sick of idiots talking about casino royale as if it were some renaissance of old-school Bond aesthetics. Rewatch Goldfinger, you fucking forgetful fanboys, and then tell me if this run of Craig-led Bond films is worth a damn, Mendes or no.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:44 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
A more fitting name for your opinions, I could not imagine.
Jan. 31, 2011, 1:50 p.m. CST
Its been 25 years since I seen it.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:02 p.m. CST
...I think you forgot about Ennio Morricone.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:02 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
and as soon as humanly possible.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:20 p.m. CST
Both sides should bite the bullet and pay Sean Connery the money he wants to do it, but imagine having Bond vs. Bond in the ultimate fight! It would be an amazing send off for Connery and would be cinematic history. Why has no one else mentioned that Connery should play the 'hidden' villain from the last two films? It would take someone with his screen presence to give this the weight it needs.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:23 p.m. CST
Yes, as Martin Campbell and the producers explained, CR's ending was meant to imply that Craig had finally become 007. One reason QOS was such a huge waste of everyone's time is because it failed to build upon this idea. Craig simply went back to the generic action hero who had run through walls at the beginning of CR. In other words, they didn't follow through with the original plan to make a meaningful sequel. The fact that both the producers and Craig repeatedly said that Bond 23 would *not* be another sequel doesn't inspire much confidence either. If anything, it makes it seem as if they're still just fumbling about and have no idea of what they really want to do. It wouldn't surprise me if this sudden announcement of a script was simply the producers' way of countering Peter Morgan's claim that little to no progress had been made. (I'll be shocked if Mendes doesn't try to bring in another writer before all is said and done. Or does everyone really believe he was impressed with a script by Purvis and Wade?) Now we have the big news that they are trying to get Bardem. Wow, what could've ever given them that idea? And we know it will work out fine, because it always does when they try to hire Oscar winners- or potential Oscar winners- and/or dramatic directors (TWINE; DAD; QOS). Seriously, do you think Barbara Broccoli just wakes up every day and turns to Google for her brainstorming sessions? It's such a shame that the Bond franchise has been reduced to a cheap imitator of popular fads for so many years. The best thing that could happen at this point would be for the current producers to lose the rights to someone with a real vision for both the character and the franchise.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:34 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
Bardem is Spanish...you mindless, xenophobic twit.
Jan. 31, 2011, 2:35 p.m. CST
by Arcadian Del Sol
Because all the other sites have their obits ready to print right now for actors like Betty White and son on. They write them in advance and then file them. AICN on the other hand, doesn't do that. They write obits upon the news of someone's death. That takes a little extra time. I prefer to wait for a true obit rather than something that was written 2 years ago.
Jan. 31, 2011, 3:39 p.m. CST
Which is to say that I've seen all the movies, most of them multiple times, read novels, read books *about* James Bond. My desktop image is the gunbarrel shot. I've even eaten Ian Fleming's deadly scrambled egg recipe. Sean Connery is my favorite iteration. FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE is my favorite Bond movie on the basis of sheer cool, although GOLDFINGER makes a run at the top for being so fun. And ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE is in there as a dark horse candidate. And since I'm on the subject of OHMSS, lend me take a little bandwidth to say that George Lazenby is underrated. He's at least as good as Craig. Lazenby certainly looked the part; but even beyond that, his performance was solid. Heck, better than solid: It was quite good. (If anyone was miscast, I'd say it was Rigg.) Lazenby's Bond carried a little more youthful swagger, a little more arrogance, but whether it be his fear at the ice rink or his shock and grief at the very end, his version of Bond had much more emotional range than Connery's version ever had to tackle, and he pulled it off quite well. In any case, Connery is my favorite, but I'm still able to really enjoy Craig as well. Why? Because Craig is a good actor, he's not playing it for camp, and a 35 year old Sean Connery is never going to be James Bond again. CASINO ROYALE is a very different kind of thing than GOLDFINGER, but that's okay. It has enough of what I like from the older films to satisfy, plus the new stuff is done quite well. For me, it's better than Moore and Brosnan. (Except of course for that piece of crap QUANTUM OF SOLACE, that I complained against in my earlier post.) So, to sum up: Old Sean Connery fan thinks new Daniel Craig is a good James Bond as long as he's not in a crap movie. And George Lazenby was robbed.
Jan. 31, 2011, 3:55 p.m. CST
agree with you ... the parkour / construction site scene was just brilliant, and as much as i enjoyed Casino Royale, i'm not sold on Craig. He looks pissed off mostly, and his Bond is just not charming ... and some film critic (i forget who) described him memorably as looking like a turtle on steroids. Also, I hated QoS. I found it confusing (who on earth gets confused by a Bond movie??)
Jan. 31, 2011, 4:22 p.m. CST
Wow, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at Craig again without thinking of that "turtle on steroids" line. I've always been surprised that people obsessed over the fact that Craig was blonde, while completely overlooking the more glaring issue: He's really far too small for 007. I can accept a blonde Bond a lot easier than one who has to wear shoe lifts or work out in order to compensate. I remember when Mel Gibson was being mentioned for the role, several media stories pointed out how casting someone under 6' would only emphasize the way Bond had slowly reduced in stature over the years. (It's certainly hard to imagine Connery having to square off against a pint-sized villain like Dominic Greene!)
Jan. 31, 2011, 4:46 p.m. CST
...Which is why I'm glad Austin Powers came along, plugged the cornball, "camp" Bond in the back of the head, and ushered in the Craig reboot era.<p> And fuck the QoS haters...anyone who bothered to pull their head out of their comic/pulp book collection long enough to read up on modern geopolitics should have been tickled pink at Bond's new nemesis being a thinly-veiled clone of the notorious Bilderberg Group...
Jan. 31, 2011, 4:57 p.m. CST
That is all (I will defend QoS till the day I die)!
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:01 p.m. CST
The closing shot (of Bond) walking out of frame in the snow? <br><br> Very. Fucking. Nice!
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:45 p.m. CST
solace was but shadow of casino royal
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:45 p.m. CST
and as a hugh fan of the series i never though i'd like a bond better than connery. craig made it a tie.
Jan. 31, 2011, 5:47 p.m. CST
it couldnt find the right tone like casino royal had. the action was too fast, and the plot was poorly executed.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:18 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
LOL ... Did we see the same film? Tomorrow Never Dies?! ... ROFLOL ... What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:42 p.m. CST
After decades of movies where the character was always the same, making him do such a 180 was jarring. My hope is that, since CASINO ROYALE was ostensibly a reboot, and not just a new actor taking over, they're actually starting with Bond as a brute and will, in time, make him recognizably Bond-ian. Until then, I will eye Fists MacGuffin with great reservations. I have no opnion on the books, but since the vast majority of Bond viewers only know the movies, commenting on them seems reasonable.
Jan. 31, 2011, 6:55 p.m. CST
As a huge fan of the Bond films, I can find something to like in all of them. Including Moonraker, and License To Kill, believe it or eat it. And sure, Connery is the standard by which all others are judged. Few seem to have nice things to say about Dalton's Bond, but I really dug his take: kind of a dark center, but with some levity here and there. (It's just too bad that LtK was such a piece of shit... fucking Wayne Newton...) Wouldn't have minded if he'd kept the tux for a couple more.
Jan. 31, 2011, 7 p.m. CST
Bardem is the shit, so no matter who he's playing, I'm psyched.
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:03 p.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:04 p.m. CST
by Peter Franks
Unfortunately, he was shackled with a middling initial film, followed by a bad Miami Vice episode. Shocking that he didn't last in the role. His take on 007 was spot-on literary, with just a hint of humor. If Dalton had been given a better script, he certainly would have at least another film or two in the series.
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:13 p.m. CST
by Stuntcock Mike
Because no theater can contain that much hard cock.
Jan. 31, 2011, 7:53 p.m. CST
Imagine him uttering, "Boannned. Jemmes Boaned."
Jan. 31, 2011, 8:18 p.m. CST
i like the new bonds and all but i miss the way that the look of the 60's and espionage mixed. it just looked and felt right.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:36 p.m. CST
by Nasty In The Pasty
"He disagreed with something that ate him", heh... And you can't beat a 20-year-old Benicio Del Toro with a gold tooth.
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:44 p.m. CST
Jan. 31, 2011, 9:46 p.m. CST
It's akin to keeping the people responsible for the most disappointing sequels of a franchise in charge of all future installments. It's also no wonder the Bond series has been so inconsistent since Cubby's demise.
Jan. 31, 2011, 11:29 p.m. CST
Bardem would be a great choice for a villain in the bond universe...he's a fantastic actor!!
Feb. 1, 2011, 12:57 a.m. CST
by Motoko Kusanagi
Seriously, it wasn't the plot holes, the flat villain and the absence of thrills. It was Mr. fucking shaky cam that sucked the life out of QOS.
Feb. 1, 2011, 1:43 a.m. CST
I guess the man on the bed represents every major studio.
Moore was easilly the best Bond. people underestimate what he achieved. There was no such thing as different actors taking over a lead character..not only did moore successfully do this but turned Bond INTO the franchise it became. Without Moore, there would be no Bond today, just another failed experiment. On top of that his movies are the most entertaining, although i've liked every bond to be honest.
Feb. 1, 2011, 9:45 a.m. CST
Just kidding, sure he'll be fine etc.
Feb. 1, 2011, 9:46 a.m. CST
by peter skellen
It's ludicrous that Craig was supposed to be a young Bond. He looks about 50! Bond is pretty much dead until Barbara Broccoli retires or sells the franchise. Bond is a diminutive dour craggy Bourne clone, we have a 90 year-old head of MI6, hip-hop theme songs. It can't get any worse!
Feb. 1, 2011, 12:23 p.m. CST
i mean you beat me to it, lol, i agree
Feb. 1, 2011, 3:19 p.m. CST
It would be perfect for Craig's Bond. Come on, MGM, make this one into a Bond flick.
Feb. 1, 2011, 7:51 p.m. CST
If they were able to reach that caliber again I would believe that good cinema isn't dead.
Feb. 1, 2011, 9:43 p.m. CST
I am torn, I like Sean Connery's Bond for the suave debonaire approach and the the accent. Roger Moore was campy but fun, Lazenby was boring and almost killed the franchise before it took off. Dalton was almost as boring and then Brosnan was good but Daniel Craig brought a gritty realism to the role making it much more "believable". Granted the stunts are way out there but it is serious and sensational. Craig even makes the initial gunsight intro that I watched for years even better.
Feb. 2, 2011, 12:28 p.m. CST
They already dedicated one of the Brosnan ones to Q
Feb. 21, 2011, 8 p.m. CST
by frank cotton
agree to disagree