Showing posts with label John Glen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Glen. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Licence to Kill (1989)



As the only 15-rated Bond movie, Licence to Kill promised a darker, grittier, more violent side to 007. Clearly it was decided that Dalton was the man capable of exploring this aspect of Her Majesty’s Government’s most eligible bachelor, and where Connery was suave and Moore was comic relief, Dalton is really able to convey Bond’s stretched emotions.

Set against the backdrop of Felix Leiter’s wedding, Bond, Leiter and the DEA go after notorious drug lord Franz Sanchez, culminating in an understated but impressive stunt as 007 is lowered onto Sanchez' cessna from a moving helicopter. With Sanchez’ plane captured, Bond and Leiter then parachute into the wedding; the 'chutes making longer trains than the bride’s. However, when Sanchez is sprung from capture he comes after Leiter, feeds him to a shark and kills his new wife. Distraught by his close friends’ fate, 007 goes on a mission of retribution to get Sanchez.

The revenge story allows 007 to be far more callous than usual. In particular he is quite brutal when he pushes Killifer into the water with the shark, and very brutal when he sets Sanchez on fire; you can really see the hatred in his eyes. Actually he shows nothing but contempt for anyone associated with Sanchez' organisation. He also shows barely contained contempt for Her Majesty’s government when he is told that he is not allowed to avenge Leiter and his wife. This follows on from his "Sod my orders" attitude in The Living Daylights. All of these feelings are conveyed so well by Dalton, who is able to communicate so much with his eyes and a tilt or shake of the head.


Carey Lowell as Pam Bouvier is a strong character for a Bond girl; when we first really meet her she is in a seedy bar armed with a shotgun. Bond tries to marginalise her by telling her to buy something pretty as his executive secretary, and constantly telling her to go home; but she persists and uses her own initiative to infiltrate Sanchez’ lair towards the end (with the help of Q of course). Talisa Soto’s character (Lupe) is also quite well written; though little more than Sanchez’ decoration, she is weaved into the story in such a way that when she finally falls for 007 it doesn’t feel forced at all. Though the “I love James SO much” line is a bit naff, as Pam sarcastically imitates.

Robert Davi is pretty good as Franz Sanchez the drug lord. Despite his clearly cliched 80s wardrobe, he manages to be a calm and relaxed psychopath. It seems strange that he is willing to throw everything away at the end (I’m sure a fire blanket would have helped control the initial fire at the processing plant), announcing that it is only money; but then you remember that he prizes loyalty over money and then everything about his character makes sense. Equally he punishes disloyalty, and Davi is calm but ruthless as he deals out his justice. Davi actually had his script translated into Spanish to learn his lines with the proper cadence; according to my 007 encyclopedia anyway. The other villain of note is a young Benicio del Toro, who manages to impress even as just a henchman; it’s not often such a good actor is cast as a stooge.


Not quite up to the high standard of The Living Daylights, but the film benefits from a simple linear plot, strong characters all round, some massive explosions and of course Timothy Dalton. Now that John Barry had left the series it was up to Michael Kamen to provide the score, and if I’m honest, I hardly noticed it. When I did notice, it sounded quite 80s with a bit of a hispanic twang. I think the only trouble I had with the film was the explanation of recovering the cocaine from gasoline. I’m sure it is a perfectly feasible process, but I’m also sure that letting it dribble from a burette through an empty funnel into a beaker, and then filtering it through blotting paper isn’t the way. Sanchez actually says “Do you want us to tell you all our secrets?”, it would have been better if they hadn’t. I’m only mentioning this because I find it difficult to take my science hat off when watching films; actually Licence to Kill is one of the better Bond films. Good solid plot, strong characters, all of which are performed very well, and some excellent action. When writers Michael G. Wilson and Richard Maibaum along with John Glen’s directions get it right, the last two films show that they really do get it right; unfortunate there were a couple of turkeys along the way. It’s wholesale change of cast and crew for the next exciting installment of Blogalongabond though.


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Monday, 19 March 2012

The Living Daylights (1987)



Following the highs, lows and extended run of Roger Moore as 007, the series needed an enema; even Roger by his own admission was too old for this role. Whether he likes it or not Timothy Dalton was the enema. Interestingly, though Dalton was Cubby Broccoli’s first choice for the role, he was initially unavailable and it looked as though Pierce Brosnan was set to star. However, with some jiggery pokery in shooting schedules, Dalton was eventually able to take the role.

The story is almost a hark back to the cold-war espionage plot of From Russia with Love, involving apparent Russian defectors, fake kidnaps, arms deals, diamond smuggling, Russian occupation of Afghanistan and of course the KGB. For all of that, I thought that the plot was easier to understand than a lot of the recent films, which generally required a serious suspension of disbelief or a leap of faith. Directing his fourth of five James Bond films John Glen has managed to take a fairly convoluted plot, make it accessible as well as shoot some tremendous action scenes.

Not only is there the pre-credit sequence in which actually Timothy Dalton clings on to the top of a Land Rover for dear life; there is a substantial sequence in the Alps (though not as impressive as For Your Eyes Only) which though sometimes ridiculous is perfectly executed; and (according to my James Bond Encyclopedia) a climactic battle that is still the largest ever in a Bond film.

Timothy Dalton injects real verve into a character we last saw about to keel over. Dalton brings a real sense of immediacy and action to 007. Plus he makes a very convincing green-eyed Arab!


The only girl of any note is Kara Milovy (played by Maryam d'Abo); a cellist-come-sniper whom Bond scares the living daylights out of. She’s not particularly feisty, not really annoying, she’s just, well, kind of just nice really. You could imagine taking her home to meet your Mum; perhaps not really Bond girl material though.

The bad guys are a strange bunch: a Dutch Russian (Jeroen Krabbé), an English Russian (John Rhys-Davies), and an American, well, American (Joe Don Baker). Rather than one of these guys being in the background pulling all the strings, all three are very involved in the action. Koskov (Dutch Russian) is fake-kidnapped, Pushkin (English Russian) is fake-shot, and Brad Whitaker (American American) has a mysterious force-field on his gun which makes secret agents at the top of their game only shoot directly at the shield!


Hooray for Timothy Dalton, once again James Bond is dynamic, up for adventure, quick-witted and ready to take decisive action. I'm thinking that the next change of Bond will not be as momentous as this one. Blogalongabond will return in Licence Revoked To Kill.


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Sunday, 22 January 2012

Octopussy (1983)



John Glen returns to direct his second James Bond film; having given 007 a good grounding in FYEO, can he improve on this and deliver an even better Octopussy? Well, no. Not really. I'm not sure whether it's the story, which has something to do with a Fabergé egg, an octopus (not psychic), some Russians and a bomb; the fact that Roger Moore is now a sedentary 55; whether it's because Maud Adams' character is nowhere near as interesting as in The Man with the Golden Gun; or is it because the best villain weapon is a glorified Yo-Yo?


Following a dismal opening credit song, (all time high? Really? You don't sound like you're on one Rita), given that the characters were all a bit boring and the plot rather obscure and muddled, I started noticing how much Bond hates nature! So I played a little game of 007 vs the animals!

First up, spiders.









What a scary toy spider! Does 007 gently brush them off à la Indy? No! Mash them, squash them, they make a nice crunchy noise. 1 nil to 007. Next a tiger get the jump on him, but being a secret agent and speaking a host of languages, Bond tells the tiger to sit, and the moggy duly obliges. 2-0 to 007.


However, while hiding from hunters on elephants, a snake doesn't miss the opportunity to get up close and personal with Rog; however he actually ignores the asp so I guess this is a draw; 3-1 to Bond.


Now it seems like we have skipped back a few films as 007 looks as though he has a prosthetic third nipple again. Nope, just some unfortunate leech that attached itself to Roger's moobs, which gets burned! 4-1 Rog.


Before he finally escapes the jungle, 007 is chased by a crocodile. It doesn't actually manage to bite Bond's ankles, but obviously it looked the wrong way at him as Q later turns the offending reptile into a toy submarine.


Final score 5-1 to James Bond. At least he doesn't get face-hugged by Octopussy's octopus.


So there we go, we know from previous films that Bond hates women; it now seems clear that he hates animals too. What an all time high.


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