Rating: 2.5 stars
I’m beginning to buy into this whole rotating James Bond concept. Two years ago, when they introduced Daniel Craig as the new Bond in Casino Royale, I absolutely loved him. I thought the idea of Bond as a working class tough who secretly held a contempt for the elite was a great new wrinkle on the Bond mythos. And Craig, an excellent actor, with a believable physicality (that torso—yowsa!) and a kind of toughness that could easily melt into a wounded vulnerability, played the part to perfection.
Two films into the Craig-as-Bond era and I’m already kind of over it.
Here’s the deal. In Casino Royale, we had a fabulous contrast between this new, rough-hewn Bond and a glamorous, high stakes setting. So what if our new Bond looked like his tux itched and he seemed more comfortable drinking a beer (as he does in Quantum of Solace) than a martini? He was a glorious bull in a fabulous china shop.
But Quantum of Solace doesn’t...