So T&I saw Skyfall last night…
…and enjoyed it, even though it felt like it was a solid James Bond movie followed by the final third of a different action film. Some thoughts occurred to me while I was completely failing to sleep last night (the massive weather shift currently underway really messed me up this time…)—and I’m going to warn you now, I DIDN’T SLEEP LAST NIGHT, so sensible and concise these are almost certainly not going to be:
SPOILERS FOR SKYFALL FOLLOW
-The pacing was really weird to me. We don’t actually meet the villain until (what felt like) halfway through the movie, we get a relatively major character introduced out of the blue in the third (I’m still grappling with why Kincaid was included at all.)
-OK, Silver’s obviously an over-the-top loony, but leaving a door open specifically so you can lure someone who’s chasing you into position to have a train dropped on them? I don’t know. I choose to believe that was the intent—when I saw the door was left open for Bond to spot I’m pretty sure I snorted out loud in the theatre. Better to think the character/writers did it deliberately than that the former turned dumb and the latter was lazy.
-The anal retentive comic fan I haven’t been able to completely expunge from my soul is really wrestling with the film, trying to make sense of the overall series’ continuity. Which is stupid, really, it’s the sort of thing I’m pretty sure I’ve made fun of other people for obsessing over when it comes to comics. So me sitting there going, for instance, “Wait, if this is the intro of Moneypenny, then the Connery/Moore/whoever films must have happened after this, but this film made such a big deal of Bond being over-the-hill, does that mean all those other films should be taken in the context of a guy who once brought it but now is on a downward slide?” is a bit of karmic payback. And then trying to work out the timeline of the car and the gadgets and how they play into the future installments which were done with different actors ten to fifty years ago…Even going down that path is a like dropping LSD the same night Daylight Savings Time turns the clocks back an hour—a bad idea. But I keep trying to do it, because—well, maybe I’m wrong here, was Casino Royale a hard reboot? I never got that impression. Urgh.
-Speaking of Casino Royale, it seems to me that one was pretty long, too. Coming out of the theatre last night I was “blaming” the movie-and-a-third structure on Christopher Nolan and the success of The Dark Knight. Maybe that was premature? And blame is definitely the wrong word—I like longer films and it’s nice to be surprised to discover that what I thought was the third act climax isn’t actually the end of the movie. Even nicer when what follows continues to be entertaining.
-So the guy who’s consistently screwed over your years-in-the-making, ridiculously complicated plans for the last week and a half deliberately sinks himself and one of your guys in freezing water. Do you 1) Wait five minutes to see if he comes up through the only hole in the ice and shoot him? or 2) Assume he’s dead even though he’s proven pretty awesome at not dying so far and move on to try and take your vengeance?
-So the guy who’s pretty much ruined your life and just put a gun to your head to try to get you to shoot both him and you turns away from you while standing directly in front of you, and he’s got a knife in his back. Do you 1) Grab the knife and twist it/stab him repeatedly? or 2) Watch what happens next with interest while slowly bleeding to death?
That last thing is really the only part of the film that really disappointed me. Having M twist the knife in Silver’s back one final time would’ve been so perfect in so many ways.
Still, a fun movie, and once I moved to sit on the other side of Tiina I was far enough away from the idiot down the row who wouldn’t stop talking to actually enjoy it.
(When did movie theatres go back to half-price Tuesdays? That was a pleasant surprise.)