Casino Royale
Jan. 16th, 2007 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabeththat was fun!
Wanna see it again!
... which I can't say about any Bond film for... possibly about the last ten years...
I was watching it counting all the ways it was different.
For a start, he was waaaaay more naked than anyone else was. Repeatedly. Often.
I *like* it.
It's just... different. In so many little ways that add up to huge ways. I want to go over it all again with my film studies hat on and see how they did it.
There was also the thing where I felt like not only could everyone involved act, they were actually bothering to.
... okay, /snark at the other films,
I mean, there was that zingy conversation tennis thing going on, and reacting to each other, and everyone seemed to bring their best game. Got to love that.
It spent a lot of camera time concentrating on his eyes, and he was putting a lot into them, and it was just, like, subtle, and with meanings in and stuff. Nifty!
I think what I'd say about it is that Bond himself is the story here. Like in the opening credits, you don't get to see much, but it all looks like him. And there's, like, characterisation and stuff. There's spectacle, lovely chase sequences and stuff, but it was an actual story about him.
I was only slightly distracted by the ongoing Torchwood xover in my head.
... the Casino Royale posters on buses were up there mixed with the Torchwood ones. I had thoughts. They refuse to go away.
This Bond meeting our Jack?
*goes quiet and dreamy blinky*
I read somewhere someone linking to Bond/M fanfic. And I was watching the two of them together and just, like, nodding and totally seeing why someone would do that.
Actually the way I thought it was why someone would slash them. Yes, I know there's not the usual number of parts for calling it slash, but it had all the psych parts that ping my slash meter.
Nifty cool.
In other news: My mum talks at the cinema. No wonder I can't get my brother to shut up, with that example. Actually, no wonder he won't sit with her any more.
Well timed snarky talk, mostly, but still, talky!
:eyeroll:
Also she asked to borrow my hat during the bit with the chair. But she couldn't. Because already over my eyes was it.
... there was also sniggering, of course, but, ouch.
And actually ouch I wasn't cheering on. I, er, have been known to think Bond was asking for ouch, in general.
... this one was so very much the bastard, but not *just* the bastard, or the arrogant bastard, there's enough else of him to get hold of, sort of thing.
Mum phoned to point out about the tech, or lack thereof. Says we can all be Bond now.
Yes.
Hence the *fun*.
The only downer was the Bond tradition they retained that I could really live without - persistent use of physical injuries or disabilities to indicate moral failings. Scars apparently equal evil.
I *facepalm* and wish they'd grow the fuck up.
Part of me now wants to see Bond accumulate scars at the plausible rate, just for illustration.
Scars is mileage. What was done in those miles does not in fact show up.
... yes ink/lines/scars are my usual fic prompts & preoccupations. History on skin. All kinds of interesting there. Being all one sided is annoying.
I don't know, am I missing some contrary example? It's not like I've been paying attention lately. For a large value of lately.
But anyways, on balance, I *like* this film. I like this *Bond*. I am in fact planning to *buy* this, and this is a rather massive change. I mean, there are two rules I have to enforce when my brother brings DVDs around - no Schwarzenegger, and no Bond. No matter how much he sulks, those are the rules and staying that way.
... and yet, I intend to see this film again.
I want to see how they did it.
Wanna see it again!
... which I can't say about any Bond film for... possibly about the last ten years...
I was watching it counting all the ways it was different.
For a start, he was waaaaay more naked than anyone else was. Repeatedly. Often.
I *like* it.
It's just... different. In so many little ways that add up to huge ways. I want to go over it all again with my film studies hat on and see how they did it.
There was also the thing where I felt like not only could everyone involved act, they were actually bothering to.
... okay, /snark at the other films,
I mean, there was that zingy conversation tennis thing going on, and reacting to each other, and everyone seemed to bring their best game. Got to love that.
It spent a lot of camera time concentrating on his eyes, and he was putting a lot into them, and it was just, like, subtle, and with meanings in and stuff. Nifty!
I think what I'd say about it is that Bond himself is the story here. Like in the opening credits, you don't get to see much, but it all looks like him. And there's, like, characterisation and stuff. There's spectacle, lovely chase sequences and stuff, but it was an actual story about him.
I was only slightly distracted by the ongoing Torchwood xover in my head.
... the Casino Royale posters on buses were up there mixed with the Torchwood ones. I had thoughts. They refuse to go away.
This Bond meeting our Jack?
*goes quiet and dreamy blinky*
I read somewhere someone linking to Bond/M fanfic. And I was watching the two of them together and just, like, nodding and totally seeing why someone would do that.
Actually the way I thought it was why someone would slash them. Yes, I know there's not the usual number of parts for calling it slash, but it had all the psych parts that ping my slash meter.
Nifty cool.
In other news: My mum talks at the cinema. No wonder I can't get my brother to shut up, with that example. Actually, no wonder he won't sit with her any more.
Well timed snarky talk, mostly, but still, talky!
:eyeroll:
Also she asked to borrow my hat during the bit with the chair. But she couldn't. Because already over my eyes was it.
... there was also sniggering, of course, but, ouch.
And actually ouch I wasn't cheering on. I, er, have been known to think Bond was asking for ouch, in general.
... this one was so very much the bastard, but not *just* the bastard, or the arrogant bastard, there's enough else of him to get hold of, sort of thing.
Mum phoned to point out about the tech, or lack thereof. Says we can all be Bond now.
Yes.
Hence the *fun*.
The only downer was the Bond tradition they retained that I could really live without - persistent use of physical injuries or disabilities to indicate moral failings. Scars apparently equal evil.
I *facepalm* and wish they'd grow the fuck up.
Part of me now wants to see Bond accumulate scars at the plausible rate, just for illustration.
Scars is mileage. What was done in those miles does not in fact show up.
... yes ink/lines/scars are my usual fic prompts & preoccupations. History on skin. All kinds of interesting there. Being all one sided is annoying.
I don't know, am I missing some contrary example? It's not like I've been paying attention lately. For a large value of lately.
But anyways, on balance, I *like* this film. I like this *Bond*. I am in fact planning to *buy* this, and this is a rather massive change. I mean, there are two rules I have to enforce when my brother brings DVDs around - no Schwarzenegger, and no Bond. No matter how much he sulks, those are the rules and staying that way.
... and yet, I intend to see this film again.
I want to see how they did it.