reviewed by Tom-Tom
The stage had been set. We had three films to qualify Daniel Craig as Bond. The tone had changed from wild use of superfluous gadgetry and cocky one liners after dispatching various minions to a visceral, real world spy who was flawed, and scarred by loves lost (Casino Royale)and physically by gunshots (Skyfall). Finally we got Q and Moneypenny after an entire film dedicated to qualifying their considerable skills in addition to Bond’s. Now we get Spectre, which was supposed to do the same for every villain we’ve seen since Casino Royale. A sort of anti-Avengers coming together of evil geniuses. And…it falls flat.
It shouldn’t have, though. There’s an extravagant opening sequence taking place in Mexico City on the Day of the Dead with folks dressed up in lavish ghoulish yet fancy attire for the occasion. It reminded me somewhat of good ol’ Baron Samedi from Live and Let Die and not a little of Tim Burton’s The Corpse Bride. A shootout, explosion and chase to a thrilling in-helicopter battle really starts the film out right. The opening titles are less impressive with the high pitched voice of Sam Smith (either you like him or you don’t) singing over a stern, creepy octopus creeping around various scenes of the film we’re about to see. Its tentacles find their way around the delicate zones of naked women redolent of lower tier Japanese manga of the 1980’s.