Skyfall is just one long, increasingly boring display of moviemaking tricks, without a hint of plot or drama or character to be had anywhere. I could only imagine poor Ian Fleming turning over in his grave.
The Bond film franchise returns to celebrate its 50th anniversary with Skyfall. Daniel Craig is the best actor to play Bond. He is highly credible in the action sequences, while bringing depth, darkness, decency and a dry humor to the role.
It's not exactly clear if the character of James Bond was Fleming's idealized image of himself or a composite of people he came across during the war. There are, however, certain tastes and characteristics shared by the character and Fleming.
While there have been some real clunkers among the Bond films, especially during the the charming but not all that nice version played by Roger Moore, the series has endured through generations of fans, with its 24th film coming up.
They'd stood there, in those distinctive dust covers, gathering dust, for so many years. By rights they should have comprised a complete set of first editions, each one inscribed and signed by Ian Fleming to my father. And now they are all gone!
It's disappointing that Hugh Hefner: Playboy, Activist and Rebel isn't a better movie. Not that it's a bad one. But, were cable standards a little less skittish, it would fit right in on the Biography channel.
An un-Christmas book takes place at Christmastime, but its tone, story and subject matter have nothing to do with the season. It provides perfect cover when the Noël nags accuse you of being a holiday poop.