What do you get when you sacrifice everything that made Casino Royale the first Bond-film worthy of the title in, oh, probably 20 years, for the bland, hyper-edited, plotless mess that is Quantum of Solace? Well, you make me wish I’d just sat through an hour and a half (yeah, not even a full 2 hours) loop of the jaw-dropping new Star Trek trailer because, seriously, watching James Tiberius Kirk trash a Corvette is never, ever, going to get old period end of discussion.
Take the opening sequence for example (of Quantum, not the Star Trek trailer), in which Bond is driving a black car being pursued by about a dozen more black cars. We see a speedometer, we see Bond’s face, we see the bad guy shooting, Bond grimacing, some tires, a hood, Bond shifting, more shooting, a car skidding that is possibly Bond’s but they are all fucking black so who knows because we only get 7 miliseconds to try to figure it out, and now we are in a what-the-fuck quarry and hoo-boy someone just went off a cliff, Bond perhaps? no because then the movie would be over, but oh shit now he just did something cool I think but I blinked and therefore missed the last 65 cuts, and now we are in a tunnel that makes me think it’s going to turn into Get Smart! but no such luck, and now Bond is safe and then he opens his trunk to find…
You could call this kind of sequence “breathless,” or a “thrill ride,” but I like to think of it as lazy film making because it is actually lazy film making. The Director, who has never directed an action movie but has seen it done in a cartoon once so hold my beer a sec cuz I think I can do it, had absolutely no vision as to how this or any of the action sequences would or could make you sit on the edge of your seat, so instead he had every single clip brutally edited into savage, incomprehensible bites of sensory input, hoping that you would not discover how utterly devoid of excitement it really is.
In every one of the chase scenes, I dare you…no, I fucking DEFY you…to map it out and tell me exactly how they get from point A, to point B, all the way to the end. You can’t do it. You motherfucking cannot do it because Director Mark Forster completely disguises any semblance of real action with quick cuts, the completely over-used epileptic-cam, and narrow, tight shots that would make David Blaine claustrophobic. One second Bond is jumping from one balcony to another (he does this about seven thousand times), and all of a sudden he is on a roof because Q gave him a magical teleporter cell phone. Often times you can’t even tell who’s who, like oh my fucking god he is falling to his death, should I be worried, or hope he dies? I just don’t KNOW!
There is a plot. I’m told. It’s all about revenge, and some slimy dude who wants to take over the world by controlling Aqua Man, and oh also the South American General who must die because he is really really fat and also burns children alive, and then some British chick pops out of nowhere but soon departs, and then there’s Judy Dench who’s all like “Bond must be stopped at all costs!” but at the same time is like “Oh James, you’re such a MAVERICK,” and there is also Olga Kurylenko whose name I had to Google and then copy/paste, and she has a dark hidden past that is only cliche if you understand the meaning of the word “cliche,” but she’s really hawt so it’s ok, and then there’s the stupid American CIA agents who are stupid except one of them who (spoiler!) we have seen before, and then there’s a Holiday Inn Express in the middle of the goddamned desert that is made out of balsa wood and paint thinner, and then the bad guy dies in a horrible gun fight that lasts for HOURS!!!! Oh wait, no he doesn’t, he dies from heat exhaustion, just like in every other Bond movie. But WAIT!!!! Then there’s ANOTHER BAD GUY WHO WE HAVE NEVER SEEN IN THIS MOVE!!!! And HE dies in a horrible gun fight that lasts for HOURS, except no he doesn’t, he only dies in his soul because Bond kicks his girl friend out and then pouts at him, and then they make love off-screen, in a space capsule because James Bond is incorrigible!!
Also the opening credits and music are atrocious, especially if you’ve still got the image of a young James Tiberious Kirk trashing a Corvette kicking around your head, and you just know he’s gonna kick that police dude’s ass and then 12 year-old William Shatner will make love to the police dude’s green wife, and all of a sudden there’s some kind of creature caterwauling the lyrics to the Bond movie and you think “oh my god did they actually get Guns ‘N Roses back for another Bond theme? Wait no, they got a random hobo to sing for coffee grounds and cigarette butts because all the rest of the money went into the CGI necessary for turning what should have been a sure-fire success into a really, really shitty movie.
Anyway, go see it for the Star Trek trailer.