Casino Royale movie review
He may be blonde, but Daniel Craig is no dumb Bond.
With every action scene comes just the right mix of wit and suave presence. Whether it's running through walls, hacking M's personal account or jumping between cranes on construction sites in Montenegro, Bond leaps through his mission with ease.
He gets stabbed, tortured, poisoned and even goes into cardiac arrest, but his pursuit to save the world from terrorism while dodging spades of hate in Casino Royale keeps his cerulean blue eyes on that green-filled suitcase.
And as is absolutely necessary, there are some sensuous ladies in this 21st 007 film. The first one gets killed off before Bond even makes his mark on her heart, but the second leaves him with a scar.
But of course, physical injuries aren't the only obstacle for Bond. He learns to let his guard down, trust a little, and is betrayed severely.
His too-big ego comes into the equation on every task, but he neutralizes his arrogance with his obvious emotions. It is this wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve quality that gets him into trouble in the end. But not without getting the bag guy.
Bringing back the world's greatest spy, equipped with a frustrating amount of cockiness and a sensitive brute made Fleming's words come to life on the big screen. Craig is Bond.
The new guy has takes on the wise but stubborn spy's persona with stylishly irresistible charm and undeniably attractive wit.
Bond will live on for yet another generation.
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