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Second only to a film critic in terms of style and prowess, Bond is still the ultimate action hero, and the Irish Brosnan -- though sorely lacking Welshman Timothy Dalton's darker edge -- now fully owns the character. He smartly incorporates Scottish Sean Connery's muscle and veddy English Roger Moore's mischief to make women want him and men want to be him... well, at least in author Ian Fleming's enduring and endearing Cold War fantasy world.
Although the enormous waves of this installment's opening surf sequence were shot by a second-unit crew, they reveal immediately that director Lee Tamahori (Once Were Warriors) and screenwriters Neal Purvis and Robert Wade (The World Is Not Enough) have their fingers on the pulse of contemporary cool. When these guys are on -- which is often -- this means literally ice cool, as one of the film's primary set pieces is a massive, frozen mutation of the Sydney Opera House, located in the Icelandic tundra. Even the opening credit sequence -- featuring Madonna's tinny, idiotic title song -- transforms the bump and grind of traditional Bond waifs into an S&M fetish fest wherein the feminine form becomes a primal and sometimes ghastly spirit. In any case, the introductory message is clear: This ain't your daddy's Bond.
Refreshingly, the plot this time is tight and smart, commencing with Bond landing on the Pukch'ong Coast of North Korea and intercepting a transfer of thousands of diamonds, which leads him into a grand exchange of ballistics with uppity young Colonel Moon (Will Yun Lee) and Moon's sinister henchman, Zao (Rick Yune), whose name seems to be Korean for "hot skillet!" Exactly one East-vs.-West philosophical debate and one bang-up hovercraft chase later, Bond narrowly escapes -- natch -- and Moon meets his demise. However, the nasty lad's disillusioned general father (Kenneth Tsang) tosses Bond in a cell to be tortured for the next 14 months, until British Intelligence leader M (Judi Dench) begrudgingly swaps Bond for the captured Zao.
Early on, the dirty, twitchy, long-haired and bearded Bond will surprise many viewers (some perhaps presuming they're viewing outtakes of Brosnan's Robinson Crusoe), but beyond the cosmetics, the character's revision is significant. Once he escapes -- license revoked -- from his own government, he's a man without a country with a bitter glint in his eye. On a quest to find the now-disfigured diamond-head Zao and discover why the rocks in the terrorist's noggin bear the mark of British entrepreneur Gustav Graves (Toby Stephens, youngest and least menacing Bond villain ever), Bond wends his way around the world, but it's clear that the sun has set on his Union Jack many times over.
Tamahori pumps a tremendous amount of energy into his Bond movie, and it's an electrifying ride. The stunt work in and around Graves' ice palace is stunning, and Bond's surfing and 'chuting skills are bound to impress the young'uns. The director also exhibits a healthy sense of dangerous fun, whether he's blasting the Clash's "London Calling" or depicting a roguish, violent swordfight between Bond and Graves or conducting a battle of the bouncing boobs between Jinx and dubious agent Miranda Frost (Rosamund Pike). It's as if Tamahori has taken the most playful elements of director John Glen's Bond oeuvre and retooled them for a faster, smarter, tougher world.
Quibbles are minimal. John Cleese ably replaces the woefully departed Desmond Llewelyn as gadget-master Q, but his appearances -- as in Harry Potter -- are but a flash. The shootouts could have been tightened up. The main problem is that the uber-villain doesn't have the good sense to name his flying, solar-powered super-weapon after a less-doomed mythological figure than Icarus. If you're not too concerned about logic, though, and just want to watch Brosnan and Berry sexily kicking ass in exotic locales, you'll be more than satisfied by Tamahori's take on the formula.
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