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DVD Review: “Quantum of Solace”

Quantum of Solace (2009, MGM/Fox)
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Reboots and remakes have been all the rage in Hollywood for several years now — name a venerable film franchise, and chances are it’s either already been taken back to the beginning or a reboot is already in the works. Just the word “reboot” has become enough to provoke a Pavlovian eye-rolling response among movie lovers, and although that’s easy to understand — nobody, least of all Rob Zombie, needed to turn the counter back to zero on the Halloween franchise — it’s sometimes the smartest decision a producer can make.

Consider, for instance, the Bond movies: Never as smart, sexy, or entertaining as they were supposed to be, the 007 films had descended into bloated self-parody by the end of the Brosnan era. Although they always made money, they were expensive, predictable, and not very good — something highlighted by sleeker, leaner modern spy flicks, like the Bourne series. MGM’s decision to reboot Bond was greeted skeptically — as was casting Daniel Craig in the iconic title role — but both moves were vindicated with 2006’s Casino Royale, a bloody wonder of a film that tore away Bond’s lifeless smirk and gave the trademark wit and glamour of the series something real to hang its tux on.

Having given fans their first blonde Bond, the producers opted to break another tradition with Quantum of Solace, adding the series’ first direct sequel to the franchise. Every other Bond movie stands on its own, but Solace picks up moments after Royale left off. This means, of course, that Solace will be more enjoyable for those who have seen Royale — which kind of sucks, really, but it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Solace was a better film.

You learn everything you need to know about Quantum of Solace in its first 15 minutes: The film kicks off with a typically badass action sequence, perhaps the most spine-rattling opener in the entire franchise. Director Marc Forster does a fine job of balancing between old-fashioned Hollywood style and the trendy quick-cut hand-cam aesthetic popular with more recent, Bourne-influenced action flicks, getting the audience to feel the impact of a high-speed chase over a crowded Italian highway without the aid of Dramamine. It is, in a word, awesome — and it segues directly into “Another Way to Die,” the stupid theme song performed by Jack White and Alicia Keys. That’s the 22nd Bond movie in a nutshell: Equal parts streamlined action and total hooey, it staggers between globetrotting derring-do and clumsy exposition, bogged down by a plot that manages to be both annoyingly convoluted and paper-thin. It’s the type of movie that’ll leave you befuddled if you turn away for more than two minutes — between all the double-crosses and knotty dialogue, if you really want to understand what’s going on, you almost need to take notes. (more…)

No Concessions: Spies Like Us (”Nothing But the Truth” and “Quantum of Solace”)

Rod Lurie says he likes my blog. He’s a friend—well, a Facebook friend, anyway. I might recuse myself from reviewing his latest film, Nothing But the Truth, but I should add that all this happened after I panned his last movie, Resurrecting the Champ. “Fails the smell test” and “middlebrow hack” were about the nicest things I had to say about it, and him. With friends like me…I assume the writer/director was bored during last year’s writers’ strike and desperate for a blogosphere diversion, or is weirdly masochistic, plotting some strange flattery-based revenge, or buttering me up.

Nothing But the Truth, a good movie, doesn’t require evasive action or a charm offensive. Lurie’s best film since The Contender (2000), its virtues are in ample supply. It needs a little love: Right before it opened, for a one-week Oscar-qualifying run in New York and Los Angeles, its distributor, Yari Film Group, went belly-up, and however that goes it would be a shame to lose it to DVD or cable or some “ancillary” before it gets a proper chance in theaters. (The movie has a confident, dark-toned visual style, from Sopranos cinematographer Alik Sakharov, that should be seen as intended.) Neither a big studio-backed picture with resources nor a hand-to-mouth indie with do-it-yourself cachet in its favor, it’s in an awkward position, and deserves a better hand.

Lurie is a former journalist, and the new film is evidence of continuing education. Nothing But the Truth takes the Judith Miller rumpus over “Plame-gate” and, like a Law and Order episode (and The Contender) reworks the facts. There was snickering when the screening I attended began; there always is, in a roomful of press people, when the subject is the newsroom and everyone’s waiting for the movie to get it wrong. It doesn’t. Lurie may be spending his time on soundstages but his heart is still in the give-and-take of reporting, and the newsroom scenes of this capitol-set drama (shot at the Memphis Commercial Appeal in Tennessee) are truthful and taut. The murmuring ended pretty quickly. (more…)

No Concessions: A Life in Bond-age

This is not a review of Quantum of Solace, the 22nd James Bond picture. There was a screening Wednesday night, but I had to put my Walther PPK aside…and babysit. My license to kill has been revoked, my piece replaced with a 4 oz. bottle.

In any event, it gives me a chance to do what Popdosers often do: stroll down memory lane. Week-to-week, most of this column is in the here and now, but today I go back…way back, from Bond 1 to Bond 21. We start at the age of eight, circa 1973, when Nixon was still in the White House and my dad took me to see a double feature of Diamonds are Forever and Live and Let Die. I have vivid memories of the former, Sean Connery’s second-to-last turn in his signature role: From the get-go, it was more perverse than what I was used to be taken to, with gay villains, lesbian villainesses, and a bad guy in drag, not that any of this registered with any clarity (though its swishy portrait of homosexuality is on a third-grade level today). But I immediately grasped its structure, with the pre-opening credits action, the fusion of opening song and sinuous animated titles, the introduction of series regulars, and a rise-and-fall pattern to the expository, bedroom, and action scenes. Everything snapped perfectly into place, like one of Q’s gadgets.

There was a playful formality to it, credited, I came to recognize, to co-producer Albert R. Broccoli, who from Dr. No to Licence to Kill lavished as much attention on his baby as David O. Selznick did on Gone with the Wind. (His partner Harry Saltzman, who I think kept some of his lesser impulses in check, left the series after The Man with the Golden Gun, as the series made a decisive shift.) The journeyman directors, never A-list auteurs in their own right, who were hired to keep the works running smoothly did some of their best work on the series. Then again, how could they not, with the likes of composer John Barry, production designer Ken Adam, and titles creator Maurice Binder in their corner? (more…)