After Pierce Brosnan’s varied stint at Bond, there was a lot of feeling that a new direction was needed for the next Bond film.
 Boy, did we get it.
Gone were the superfluous gadgets (and for the life of me, I have no idea how Gustav Graves’ Mighty Morphin’ Battle Suit would have electrified him instead of his attacker [Die Another Day]), gone were the dodgy one liners (although I still love “I think he’s attempting re-entry, sir” from Moonraker), gone were the overcooked bad guys with improbable lairs (Goldeneye).
In their place stood a new Bond: witty, charming but without being full of himself, raw and, frankly, built like a brick poo-house. Daniel Craig obviously worked his backside off to get in shape, and fortunately his acting abilities were up to scratch as well; he does a great job of conveying Bond’s roughness, charisma, balls, and fear. Yes, fear, as we’re back to Dr. No territory, where Bond runs off and vomits after almost being killed by the spider.
 The film’s pace is good, although it does slow in the last third of the film. However, I feel that this is only due to the first two-thirds of the film going past at breakneck speed, including a fantastic free-running sequence that’ll induce vertigo in anyone.
 Also, I’ll never look at a chair with a wicker seat the same way again – ouch…
 In all, a cracking film and I’m looking forward to the next installment. Well done to all of those involved, it’s a thoroughly entertaining film – but comment and disagree with me if ya like…
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