
It broke my thirteen-year-old heart to see James Bond playing Texas hold 'em. I could almost accept it in Casino Royale's Bahamian scenes, but attiring Bond in a tuxedo and sending him to an old-world casino while the dealer intones in an elegant continental accent about "the big blind" was a damn waste. Why not have Bond drink Coors Light and drive a Ford truck and scream "I'm James Bond, bitch!" while you're at it? Put the man in a game that reminds me of Sean Connery, not Dave Foley.
I realize the producers chose Texas hold 'em because everybody already knows the rules and can follow the game (and I suppose the game's televised popularity stems from the fact that it's so easy to follow, with most of the cards visible on the table and a betting system that lends itself to cheap theatrics--did any hand in Casino Royale not end with somebody going all in?). But if you're going to choose the game because you don't need to explain it, you don't then need to have the characters standing around telling each other what a "tell" is, especially as Bond gets taken in by an obvious feint. Besides, the Bond franchise is supposed to lead the curve, not follow it: maybe Casino Royale could have started a nationwide baccarat craze. No, probably not, but it would have been fun watching your old college buddies and that slightly obnoxious guy from work buy those little paddles and the shoe.
Other than the choice of game, the biggest disappointment was the theme song by Chris Cornell (hopefully on his last stop before "I ♥ the 90s" color commentary), all feigned emotion and canned soul. It would be hard to think of a less Bond-like singer who doesn't perform with a headset mike and a cowboy hat; another wasted opportunity, especially since the opening titles finally outgrew the naked-chicks-dancing-in-front-of-a-gun motif. Otherwise the music was as great as it's always been since David Arnold came on board the franchise--he knows exactly when to play it cool and modern, when to introduce a loud John Barry flourish.
My gripes aside, the movie is a highly successful reinvigoration of the Bond franchise (although, as a Brosnan fan, I didn't think it needed much reinvigoration--just redirection, which Casino Royale supplies). The film is unusually front-loaded on the action (I don't think I was able to exhale once during the Le Parkour chase scene) but I didn't mind the shift to intrigue and betrayal. Daniel Craig handles himself well, presenting two very different faces of Bond: the stoic, all but sociopathic killer of the Fleming novels and the first couple of movies, and a more humane person who surfaces only briefly before he is submerged again (literally). The movie has too many false endings, although that's largely due to the imperfectly climactic source material. This is the most complete and faithful adaptation of a Fleming novel in a long time, a sound strategy for bringing James Bond back to basics.
Of course, James Bond is always going back to basics. The critics praised Timothy Dalton for playing a grittier, meaner Bond after the bloated Roger Moore years, and that only led to a couple of movies where he fought the Nancy Reagan-approved scourge of drug dealers--and Wayne Newton. Pierce Brosnan started out with the cynical Goldeneye (directed by Casino Royale's Martin Campbell, apparently the franchise's go-to guy for realistic reinventions) and three movies later he was fighting villains who wore powered armor. We'll see how long Barbara Broccoli and Michael Wilson can resist the temptation to include unkillable henchmen and submarine cars.
That said, I know Le Chiffre originally worked for SMERSH but I'll be disappointed yet again if the mysterious organization turns out to be anyone other than SPECTRE. (Preferably a newer, quieter, more sinister SPECTRE but SPECTRE just the same, white cat and all.) There are basics and then there are essentials.
Yeah, I learned Baccarat from the Casino Royale novel, and was also disappointed by the Texas Hold'Em replacement. I think there were a few hands without an all-in, but we only saw half an hour or less out of a multi-day game, so it's gonna be high on the theatrics.
Still, for all the dragging at the end and excessive camera shake in most of the fight scenes, it was worth it all just for the construction site chase.
Posted by: David Van Domelen | November 23, 2006 at 11:59 AM
I doubt that SPECTRE will be back...I'm not sure what the legal status of Kevin McClory is - he may still own the rights to Thunderball and hence, Blofeld and SPECTRE. If he does, they might not be able to use them.
However, since Sony now owns MGM, and McClory had a deal with Sony not so long ago, they might be able to work something out. Wouldn't hold your breath, though.:)
Posted by: Kevin | November 23, 2006 at 05:20 PM
Yeah, it's the Sony deal that gives me hope. I'd like to reclaim Blofeld from Mike Myers...
Posted by: Marc | November 24, 2006 at 09:08 AM
Re: Blofeld, I think Myers has driven a stake through his heart. Let bygones be bygones, I say.
Posted by: Charles Hatfield | November 25, 2006 at 09:52 PM
Well, he'd probably not look like Donald Pleasance's Blofeld. And I don't know...the Austin Powers movies might have been popular, but I'm not sure they've stuck in people's heads that much (especially the second and third)
Personally, I'd hope they go with the best Blofeld - Charles Gray from Diamonds Are Forever!
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Okay, just kidding :)
Posted by: Kevin | November 26, 2006 at 10:49 PM
Yeah, Blofeld is more than just the surface trappings of the cat and the Nehru jacket--he was never better than when he was a faceless mystery figure, and the anonymity of Le Chiffre's backers makes me think that approach can still work and work well in a modern Bond movie.
Blofeld and SPECTRE are inseparably part of The Bond Plot, the one with exotic heists and nuclear blackmail. It's as central to the franchise as the violence and women and consumer accessories and you can't really do Bond without it. Even Myers got that right... so did Goldeneye, until they replaced the nuclear countdown with a you're-nothing-but-a-common-thief shtick swiped line for line from Die Hard. I'd love to see The Plot given a serious modern treatment, but I'd also love to see it done with its original and best antagonists.
Posted by: Marc | November 26, 2006 at 11:42 PM
Poker vs. baccarat: I think the creators of CR pulled a genius move by substituting a massively popular (for some reason) national pastime (my 8 and 9 year old nephews are always trying to get me to play "holdem") for the impenetrable original. Sure, it's a change from the source, but the Bond franchise is far from its glory days of leading the curve. The last few movies have seen the series struggling to even find the curve. By inserting a game that people are not only familiar with, but know the ins and outs of, they made a change that has people following the action closely rather than scratching their heads. I gotta say, when I watched the original Casino Royale, I had no clue what was going on during the baccarat scene(s?). Of course, I couldn't really follow the rest of that movie either, but that's beside the point. I think poker fits in with the rest of the movie too; we can identify with this Bond more than some of the others (especially the last couple of Brosnans). He feels pain. He makes mistakes. Poker is another area in which the average audience member can identify; he's playing a game everybody knows and most like, rather than an obscure one we can only guess at the workings of.
Posted by: Matt Brady | November 29, 2006 at 03:03 PM
we can identify with this Bond more than some of the others...Poker is another area in which the average audience member can identify
I wanted to say that this misses what made Bond work in the first place--that we were supposed to aspire to be him, not already see him in the mirror. But that's not entirely true.
Fleming's James Bond, as Kevin has noted elsewhere, is always playing golf or bridge or some other game. He's always jetting around the world on business travel and staying at the finest hotels and ordering gourmet meals prepared to asinine specifications--I hope the man's a good tipper because he'd be an annoying as fuck customer. There was always a strong element of audience identification and audience flattery, for an audience of the mid-century middle-aged managerial class. It's not hard to squint at Bond and pretend that his fight against global communism isn't so different from your fight to secure that new detergent account for the agency, and maybe bang your secretary while you're at it. (Bond remains resolutely chaste with his, but hey, you're not meeting any sexy lesbian stunt pilots at AdCon '64.)
The difference between then and now is that the opportunities for identification have opened up a bit. You don't have to aspire to be a particular class to see yourself reflected in our heroes, and that's a good thing. Unfortunately, it's not an entirely good thing because that desire to open the gates has been perverted to support something much worse.
This speaks to a larger problem that Casino Royale, for all its other virtures, symptomizes: our culture's false populism, its strictly superficial enmity to anything that smacks of hierarchy or elitism, in everything from movies to politics to economics. I wasn't at all surprised the movie replaced baccarat with Texas hold 'em--besides its greater familiarity, the choice of Texas hold 'em flatters the modern audience for our tastes (James Bond is playing our game!) while actually pandering to us by declining to show us anything we don't already know. And after four solid years of berating Europe for being effete and decadent and elitist since they were insufficiently enthusiastic about our little Iraq adventure, isn't baccarat too damned Continental for our newer, tougher Bond? How about a game with Texas right there in the name?
The funniest thing, though, is that Casino Royale stages its Texas hold 'em game in a lovely Eastern European city and hotel. The movie wants the cultured European settings of the classic Bond stories; it just doesn't want the culture that comes with them. It's the worst possible combination of envy and anti-elitism, a dumbed-down snobbery.
What a perfect toast--raise your vodka martinis, prepared any damn way you like--To the Bush years!
Posted by: Marc | November 29, 2006 at 09:23 PM
Slate podcast on the problems with Casino Royale's poker.
Posted by: Marc | January 02, 2007 at 08:36 AM