‘Spectre’ Review: James Bond At His Best | Quick, Dapper, On Target & Another Sexy Bond Girl At His Aid

Bond; James Bond is back—and if anyone thought Daniel Craig was the worst ever James Bond, “Spectre” will definitely change that notion.

It’s everything a typical James Bond film is known for—-with a bonus comedy well served by Q, (played by Ben Whishaw ), the slow and yet smart tech supremo at the Mi6 headquarters.

At the World Premiere held at the Royal Albert Hall in London, Daniel Craig stated among other things that though he loves playing James Bond, he hates to watch himself on screen—but I am sure, for once, he would love to see himself on the big screen for the excellent role play as the quintessential British spy.

“Spectre” kicked off in Mexico City: Mr. Bond is introduced with a woman by his side, strolling through a crowd at the Day of the Dead—and as usual, it was not a coincidence that Bond showed up there.

Soon, the somewhat skeleton festival is turned into a magnificent air display—Bond was at work, punching a tough Assassin and the Helicopter’s pilot which beautifully pushed the aircraft into an unending loop.

At this stage, you wouldn’t really know who to be scared for—is Bond about the crash into the crowd of people running helter-scatter?  Of course not, it’s 007 at his best. And that was just the introduction: superbly executed to get your full attention.

From Mexico, Director-Sam Mendes takes us straight to London, where “M” drills James Bond, grounding him for his unauthorized ruinous activity in Mexico City but it just started for James Bond and there is no way he was going to be grounded by his Boss.

The dialogue is as usual British, sarcastically, Bond leaves a doubt in M’s head that he was not taking his authority serious—but M was bent to keep a tap on Bond, for him to stay in London.

“Spectre” has a bit of storyline resemblance with Mission: Impossible-Rogue Nation—while the IMF was under threat of closure in MI, some sort of consolidation of the various British intelligence agencies placed the “double 0” section of the Mi6 under a similar threat.

And James Bond went rogue. Not did he only outsmart his superiors as usual on the pursuit of a lone mission which later showed the need to have the agency in place, he was cheeky with his mission collectables.

A new super car initially meant for him had been reassigned to 009, yet he was seen in Rome energetically riding in it. Rome was a follow-up of his operation in Mexico City and at Rome, a Bond sexual interlude which failed to happen at Mexico was given its breath.

Here, James Bond pinned a dark dressed woman of mystery, played by Monica Bellucci to the wall—and as he unzipped her, so did he unzip a pack of needed information which led him to gently infiltrate the hideously occult headquarters of “Spectre”, aided by a ring and his new name-Micky Mouse.

To illustrate the inside brutishness of the occult and its position as a fairly decent organisation to the outside world, the scriptwriters; John Logan, Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and Jez Butterworth took us through the recent achievements of the underworld organisation, listed at its meeting of leaders by a calm seated old woman.

Bond stood tall at the back, but soon, he realized he was no Micky Mouse after all—an event which gave us a taste of his bullet proof super fast car.

Rome was amusing but Austria proved to be the defining factor, where the plot thickened.  In Austria, the unauthorised Bond’s mission introduced him to the sexy Dr Madeleine Swann (played by Léa Seydoux), our Bond girl.

From series of plane and car crashing scenes, Bond managed to get the full attention of Swann—who led him on, to Tangier.

Tangier was not the final destination, it was just a pick up point and after collecting the needed details, the two set off to North Africa.

What seemed like a vodka-martinis train date turned into a well executed fight scene—with a henchman whose sense of pain obviously out of place punching James Bond through the train’s carriages. It was brutal so the well tailored Bond had to get his hands dirty.

When you’ve missed death this close, there was only one thing you would want to do after. This was where Bond and Swann played the card; the two got the kissing going.

It was a long journey: from Mexico to London, Rome, Austria and then North Africa—where Bond met the enigma of Spectre. The sadistic torture of Bond who had no escape plan continued in the hands of the head of Spectre while Dr Madeleine Swann was forced to watch.

When it comes to James Bond, his watches always did more than just telling the time—and he had one on.

The film brought us back to London where “M” and the small unit of agents at the Mi6 pulled every bit of their skills to turn the impending closedown the way of “Spectre.” 007 was the lead agent!

“Spectre” is a Bond master piece and if Daniel Craig decides to jump off the boat at this stage, his 4th, he will swim as the best Bond we’ve seen so far.

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