Quantum of Solace: The Mini-Review
I liked it a lot, as I liked the previous installment with Daniel Craig, because, as I told Krissy as we drove home from the theater, “they’re not stupid.” Fundamentally Bond films tend to be stupid: A ridiculous fake super agent fights equally ridiculous villians with impossibly impractical world domination fantasies; everyone has idiotic tech gadgetry and then Bond gets to have sex just because he’s Bond. I’m not going to suggest that the Craig Bond films are anything approaching realistic — really, they’re not — but at the very least they seem more plausibly connected to the world we live in than any other Bond flicks you might care to name, and Craig himself actually seems like he might actually be able to kill someone, which is more than, say, Roger Moore ever managed to pull off.
I’m aware there are a lot of critics who seem to be under the impression the new leaner/tougher/marginally more plausible Bond is not what people come to Bond films for, but my two responses to that are
a) speak for yourselves, you chunky sex-and-gadget obsessed dweebs, and
b) considering the general financial success of the Craig Bond films (QoS is on target for something like $60 million domestic opening weekend, the best Bond debut yet) it seems that audiences are perfectly fine with them, too.
I’d be happy to get at least a couple more Bond films like this before the producers cave and bring back Q and his silly laser-equipped watches and invisible cars. I suspect that when they do, Craig will have moved on. He’s not that kind of Bond.