Daniel Craig made an impressive debut in Casino Royale, which was one of the best Bond films in some two decades. It was also the first time I remember hearing the term reboot mentioned in articles. This is something that Hollywood has since ground down into meaninglessness and wheels it out now every time a series changes its lead actor but at the time it did feel like the Bond series was going back to its basics adapting Ian Flemings very first Bond novel in fact and reinventing them, giving us a Bond origin story. From Sean Connery through Roger Moore and Timothy Dalton, Bond had always been played as the debonair playboy spy on one hand, outfitted in a tuxedo and with a beautiful woman on his arm, on the other ready to leap into an improbably over-the-top action sequence at the drop of a hat. With Pierce Brosnans assumption of the role in GoldenEye (1995) still the best piece of acting we have seen in the role of Bond for my money we began to get a post-Cold War Bond, Bond as the ruthless ice cold killer whose playboy values were seen as increasingly outmoded in a changing modern world. Alas, the Brosnan Bonds never explored this characterisation any more than that. However, with the arrival of Daniel Craig, we had something that took Bond ever further the Bond who was more a buffed and musclebound thug, where the ice cold killer of Brosnans interpretation was pushed to become something akin to the way Russian assassins used to be stereotyped as blonde, emotionless killing machines.
Casino Royale also took us towards a much more internalised Bond. Previously Bond had been the stock figure at the centre of an adventure and rarely more complicated than that. The most character development we ever had was On Her Majestys Secret Service (1969) where Bond fell in love and had his heart broken when his wife was murdered but that was the exception. Casino Royale though started a character arc where the successive filmmakers have been exploring Bonds emotional side showing him reacting to the grief of Vesper Lynds murder in Quantum of Solace and delving back into his past and family background in Skyfall. The 2000s/10s will be surely known as the era of the backstory, a time when every popular character seems to have been given a new treatment that tells us how they came to be the person we are familiar with. It began with the prologue in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) and took over with the Star Wars prequels. Now we routinely get origin stories to pre-existing sagas everything from Exorcist: The Beginning (2004), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006), Hannibal Rising (2007), X: First Class (2011), Prometheus (2012) to the tv series Bates Motel (2013 ), The Hobbit trilogy, Dracula Untold (2014) and Pan (2015), not to mention three entire Batman origin films starting with Christopher Nolans Batman Begins (2005) and another whole tv series with Gotham (2014 ).
The idea of resurrecting SPECTRE was fascinating and full of promise. The Daniel Craig Bond films have been notably weak when it comes to creating decent super-villains to go up against Bond. The images of SPECTRE will always be represented by Thunderball (1965) where the organisation was introduced and we had a glimpse of Blofeld stroking the white cat. After Donald Pleasences incarnation in You Only Live Twice, Blofeld became characterised by his Mao suit and as bald and with a scar across one eye an image that is now more recognised from its parody by the Austin Powers films. Alas for the Bond series, Blofeld and SPECTRE fell into a long and protracted copyright war. Essentially they had been created by Kevin McClory and Jack Whittingham for an original Bond screen treatment back in the late 1950s, which Ian Fleming then uncreditedly incorporated into the book version of Thunderball (1961). McClory and Whittingham sued and won, being granted the copyright over these creations. McClory sued to prevent Albert R. Broccoli from using these in the films and their last appearance in the canonical Bond series was in Diamonds Are Forever (1971). McClory made numerous attempts to make his own Bond film, all meeting with stiff legal competition from Broccoli and co, with the only one he managed to get off the ground being the underrated Never Say Never Again (1983).
Blofeld and SPECTRE are the great nemeses of the James Bond franchise. The great crime that Spectre conducts is to welcomely resurrect these only to fall flat on its face by trying to wind them into the Bond backstory arc it has been building. There is a promising scene where Daniel Craig invades a SPECTRE meeting nothing on the great scene in Thunderball where a lackey is electrocuted in his seat that then slides into the floor to dispose of the body and everything resumes as normal but thereafter it fades into the scenery. And then there is Christoph Waltzs Blofeld. Now I happen to think Waltz is a great actor and has done some fine work in Quentin Tarantinos Inglourious Basterds (2009) and Django Unchained (2012); it is just when he tried to play super-villain in The Green Hornet (2011), he became unstuck and similarly his performance here tends towards the campy. Moreover, Spectre simply fails to give him and SPECTRE the stature you expect. Here we get a Blofeld who at least has a white cat but is otherwise very different to what we are used to. When it comes to scenes of Waltz madly tapping away on a medical console wearing a pair of slippers as Daniel Craig is injected in his face, it seems to fall woefully short of the grand super-villain torture scheme of Bond before a laser beam that we had in Goldfinger (1964). Even the villains lair is a modest and unmemorably scaled down facility in the Moroccan desert that seems a pale shadow of the extravagance we had in the Roger Moore heyday. He has a moderate and undeniably topical super-villain scheme hijacking data mass surveillance, a scheme that was notedly also used by Hydra in Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014). The worst part though is the simple need to tie all of this into backstory where Blofeld is reduced to no more than a sibling rival of Bond with a petty vendetta. (This seems to be a characteristic problem of screenwriter John Logans work where his previous genre scripts for Star Trek: Nemesis (2002) and The Time Machine (2002) overwrote familiar stories/milieus with pointless back exposition and previously unknown family connections). Spectre could have been so much more than that but Blofeld befalls this maddening need of the origin story to shrink everything down to familial connections.
The other thing that has switched me off most of the Daniel Craig Bond films is that they have been rather dour and glum affairs that have sold out much of what makes the Bond films memorable in service of this moody internalised character-driven Bond. The super-villains, the action sequences, the girls, the gadgets have all been there, theyve just been singularly undistinguished, while there has been almost nothing of the world-dominating schemes and fantastical content. Spectre has action sequences but, as Skyfall demonstrated, they are not Sam Mendess forte. The ones here the fight in and around a helicopter above a crowd in Mexico City, a car chase through Rome, a plane skiing down a mountainside with its wings sheared off seem perfunctorily okay but you cant help but feel that someone like John Glen in his heyday would have delivered them as showcapping set-pieces. The fight in the train was memorably conducted in From Russia with Love (1963) and then repeated in Live and Let Die and The Spy Who Loved Me (1977) and there is nothing new when it is offered up again here. The series suddenly seems to remember that they should reintroduce classic elements like the henchmen and give us Dave Bautista who ends up being a singularly uninteresting thug who fails to hold a candle to the classic likes of Oddjob, Jaws and Baron Samedi. Even the film having been digitally shot renders what should be stunning locations as washed out and drab. Which finally brings us to the two singularly unmemorable Bond girls. Monica Bellucci is a radiant beauty but the drab photography does her no favours. Lea Seydoux certainly looks luscious in a cocktail dress but the performance she gives is pouty and neurotic, when in fact most of the film gets stolen out from under either of them by Naomi Harriss sparklingly vivacious Moneypenny.
The other Bond films are: Dr No (1962), From Russia with Love (non-genre, 1963), Goldfinger (1964), Thunderball (1965), You Only Live Twice (1967), On Her Majestys Secret Service (1969), Diamonds Are Forever (1971), Live and Let Die (1973), The Man with the Golden Gun (1974), The Spy Who Loved Me (1977), Moonraker (1979), For Your Eyes Only (non-genre, 1981), Octopussy (1983), A View to a Kill (1985), The Living Daylights (non-genre, 1987), License to Kill (non-genre, 1989), GoldenEye (1995), Tomorrow Never Dies (1997), The World is Not Enough (1999), Die Another Day (2002), Casino Royale (non-genre, 2006), Quantum of Solace (non-genre, 2008) and Skyfall (non-genre, 2012). Casino Royale (1967) and Never Say Never Again (1983) are non-series Bond films.
(Nominee for Best Supporting Actress (Naomie Harris) at this sites Best of 2015 Awards).