Back in the good old days, Agent 007 was sent to save the world from nuclear blackmail, errant satellites, cornering the gold market and so on. In 2016 we're treated to a crusade to rid the world of super computers and spy cameras.
Spectre isn't the worst Bond movie, nor is it the best. It's a little too long, a little too indulgent, and a little too scattered to be top tier 007, but it nonetheless benefits from solid action sequences and the sizable reservoir of audience goodwill for this franchise. I
Daniel Craig might not give a flying you-know-what about who's going to follow in his James Bond footsteps after SPECTRE, but we can't get enough of him as the suave secret agent with those steely blue eyes and even steelier personality.
So when are poems used appropriately in movies? They tend to work in two cases: when the grandeur of a scene is already elevated, or when a scene brings the grandeur of a poem down to its level. I've collected a few of my favorite examples.
The overwhelming stench of nostalgia, regret, decay and desuetude in Skyfall -- perfectly symbolized by that grim Scottish manse -- made me wonder if this was supposed to be a eulogy. I hadn't come to bury Bond, but to cheer him on.
This is a far cry from the S&M posturing of Madonna in her heyday. Everybody knew The Big M was just looking for new ways to shock. Rihanna has also shocked. But there is a disturbing feeling she's not posing or kidding.