We start with a gasp-inducing action sequence in Mexico City for the Day of the Dead. The script by John Logan, Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and Jez Butterworth runs on rails with great twists and turns and gags. He is particularly vexed at the news that a sleek new car has in fact been reserved for 009. “That all sounds marvellous,” he purrs when advised of some footling new procedural restriction, adding later: “That all sounds lovely.” Yet there is also an elegant new dismissive tone that he introduces into the dialogue bordering on camp. At one point he simply snaps the plastic handcuffs the bad-guys have put on him, with sheer brute strength. He has flair, sang-froid, and he wears a suit superbly well by bulging his gym-built frame fiercely into it, rarely undoing his jacket button and always having his tie done up to the top. That great big handsome-Shrek face with its sweetly bat ears has grown into the role. He is one of the best Bonds and an equal to Connery. ![]() ![]() Craig showed they were wrong: and I hope he carries on now. Is this Craig’s last hurrah as Bond? His somewhat tetchy remarks in interviews preceding this movie – indicating a readiness to quit – oddly mirror the tetchy media comments that greeted the news of his casting almost 10 years ago.
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