“No Time to Die” is a great movie: an up-to-the-minute, down-to-the-way James Bond thriller with a satisfying no-classical edge. It’s a remarkably conventional bond film made with high cunning and just the right touch of soul, as well as gorgeous enough to keep you on edge.
Before I go any further, let me put my Baccarat cards on the table. I thought “Casino Royale”, the first film to feature Daniel Craig 007, was Sean Connery’s greatest Bond film since its inception and in many ways the most perfectly realized Bond movie ever. (I’ve seen it countless times, and it’s one of my favorite movies of its era.) To me, the trio of Bond films that followed “Casino Royale” have added one of the most profoundly disappointing follow-throughs to any contemporary film series. “Quantum of Solace” was all Trump-up mechanics, “Specter” was a broad product that went at speed – and “Skyfall”, although I realized that many Bond observers thought it was a masterpiece, to me, of Soden and Xavier Bardem. A meta-hammy megalomanic performance and a backstory of Bond who was Mudlin with self-pity. The movie was trying to be “emotional”, but that poor-little-spy-boy original story didn’t make Bond big এটি it diminished him.
The truth is that many of the elements of Bond films that were originally brought into the movie have been incorporated into other film series – “Mission: Impossible”, “Born”, “Fast and Furious” – which requires a first-rate Bond adventure to create. You need an intelligent Weaving Ingredients: Perfect time fights and great escapes and perfect rush and captivating quips and great gadgets and sexy one-upmanships and the ultimate perfect layered rhythm of world-domination. At 2 hours and 43 minutes “No Dime to Die”, the longest Bond film so far, yet it is fast and headache and sharp. The director, Carrie Joji Fukunaga (HBO’s “True Detective”) balances the elements like an ace market. He’s got detailed information-split-second leaping-of-the-balcony action scene, a lot of fun playing Ben Huishor as Q.
Beyond that, though, Bond needs to have a touch of mystery. Craig’s quick, still, rofneck bond and Eva Green’s provocative relationship between Vesper Lind brings this quality back to the “Casino Royale” series through the fantastic clever drama. And “there’s no time to die,” even though it’s not a work of art in “Casino Royale”, there’s plenty of that quality. Ideally, there is a Romance To a James Bond movie – I don’t just want to tell a love story, but a romance for Bond’s presence, a noble motive behind the brutal execution of his every move. There is “No Time to Die”.
Early on, we see Leila Seddox’s Madeleine as a little girl and she endures her at the hands of a white-masked man who came to her house to kill her father – who was a member of Specter, and killed the masked man’s family. So Madeleine has come out of the chains of revenge on her way. We then sailed through Bond and adult Madeleine to her Aston Martin via the hilly roads of Italy. Bond is retired (or so he thinks), living a high life. When Madeleine tells him to drive fast, he says they’ve got to be on earth all the time.
But the idols are short-lived, because specter agents prey on them. How did they know they had bonds? In the midst of some harmful action, the most exciting moment is the pure one Inactivity: Bond’s car stops in the middle of Town Square, a dozen gunmen fire right at him, exploding his bullet-proof window. Not looking out the window That Safe, yet Bond does nothing. He tells Madeleine through her silent passive rage: “I know you brought them here. I know you betrayed me. We live or die, who cares?” “No time to die.” Reef.
That theme is play out on a larger scale. Bond, back in action, is sent to Santiago de Cuba, where Specter is doing a kind of underworld convention, all revolving around the stolen possession of Heracles, the criminal cult project – a chemical weapons project where the biohazard in question poisons you by injection. Your blood flow with the nano-robot, which becomes a vehicle for toxic DNA, which can later spread. The transition element, as conceived in the script, was predicted by Covid (since the film was ready for release last year), but it acquires a strange topical resonance, especially when we learn that M (Ralph Fiennes) is glowing with anxiety. , More agenda than usual program. In the old days, Project Heracles could only have originated from a villainous mastermind. Now it’s a force that good guys want to capture. The whole global discipline is tarnished in “No Time to Die”, which makes Bond a more rogue operator.
In Cuba, he met his old CIA colleague Felix Leiter, played by Jeffrey Wright with his usual firm demeanor, and Paloma (Anna de Armas), an agent in a black cocktail dress slip who was less innocent, said there was a place like this here. Where the film is perfectly disappointing in its cunning: the spying logistics between Bond and Paloma are so meticulously determined that they give a seasoned erotic charge – but in the old days, these two would just fall into bed. And the fact that they don’t deprive the film of anything; If anything, it’s all hot as a flippant flirtation. Billy Magnusen, who is an extraordinary actor, is also there as a CIA newborn mocker who is a “fan” of Bond, unless he does.
Craig, having his hair cut, has mastered the art of making Bond a seemingly indomitable force, who is also a man with hidden weaknesses. There’s another scene that would have been tempting decades ago কিন্তু but now there’s a much more shameless confrontation between Bond and Nomi (Lashana Lynch), an up-and-coming MI agent who’s been coded… 007. For a moment, we look at Lashana Lynch, who brightens each line with a kind of dry glow and thinks: Could this be new? Next – James Bond? But the relationship between Nomi and Bond tells a story of its own. It’s about, on some level, the way to create bonds for the new world. The joke is, he’s much more willing to go there. And the film, a kind of bait-and-switch, is both turning to an honestly progressive casting and eye for our higher awareness of how much the Bond series can use.
“No Time to Die” at heart, a traditional themed Bond film and it’s part of his joy. But it’s not just the running time that makes the epic feel more than usual. With the emotional pressure of Daniel Craig’s exit from the serial, the movie wants to do full justice. And it does. The original story is set five years after that opening sequence, when Bond and Madeleine split up. They are reunited through Ernst Stavro Blofeld (Christoph Waltz), now in a padded cell in London, where he is more of a Hannibal Lecter than a Jabbering Looney; Yet he did not lose the ability to control. Madeleine is a psychiatrist who has access to Blofeld, and when she and Bond meet again, Bond puts her behind bars so she can confront the villain. In one of his main scenes, Waltz invests Blowfeld with more subtle dangers than “Specter”. Blowfeld is two steps ahead of Bond, though his biological weapon is one step ahead of him.
The main villain of the film is Rami Malek in the role of Lucifer Safin, who felt his presence in the movie even before we knew about his presence. Malek, the skinny deer, the omniscient deer, and the compassionate voice of the deprived monk make him mesmerized. (He could have given Bardem a master class on how to talk extra.) Safin must have had his headquarters on a remote island, where he was perfecting his poison and what he planned to do with it. The disadvantages of the setting and the cam-lab are very “you only live twice”, but what’s good about Malek’s acting is his obscene presentation in the plays of Bond, Madeline and Madeline’s youngest daughter Mathild. There are bonds to save the world; He is there to save Madeleine and Methylide; She is there to save herself. Can he do three? What happens in the climate scene feels poetic: Bond, in a strange way, takes the action of all the people he kills. I never thought I would wipe away the tears at the end of a James Bond film, but “No Time to Die” has fulfilled its promise. It ends Craig’s 007 story with the most honestly extraordinary of genres.