Title: The World is Not Enough
Director: Michael Apted
Run time: 2hrs 8m
“James Bond, the world’s greatest secret agent, is sent once more into the breach in the name of Queen, country, and a dry martini. In the 19th Bond adventure, 007 must resolve a potentially deadly power struggle between two unstable nations, with control of the world’s oil supply as the ultimate prize. Bond is assigned as bodyguard to Elektra King, the daughter of a petroleum magnate who was brutally murdered, and is trying to foil the fiendish plot of Renard, a villain who was shot in the head with an unusual result: he cannot feel physical pain.”
1:36 – Love the lady not being amused at Bond’s quips. The women, they are starting to fight back.
3:07 – Oh. Quite literally.
5:54 – “Construction is not my speciality.” “Quite the opposite, in fact.”
10:35 – Roger Moore never got that wet doing his boat chases.
15:22 – Choooooooon.
22:30 – I absolutely need a coat that turns into an all-consuming hamster ball.
29:39 – A helicopter carrying saw blades cutting down trees seems like an accident waiting to happen.
37:20 – Skidoos on parachutes is a bizarre way to travel.
43:09 – The last thing Bond needs is glasses that help him perv.
47:45 – “There’s no point in living if you can’t feel alive.”
58:35 – I really do take issue to the name Christmas.
1:08:29 – That was all very intense.
1:10:02 – I can’t believe none of the MI6 people think that video was suspicious.
1:16:21 – “He’s the best we have, though I’d never tell him.”
1:19:59 – What I wouldn’t give to be bitchslapped by Judi.
1:20:52 – “…for those of us that don’t speak spy.”
1:36:27 – God, those helicopters are definitely evil. “The insurance company is never going to believe this.”
1:43:33 – FAMILY MOTTO.
2:04:14 – The Christmas thing really ruins this whole film.
This was a pretty fantastic Bond, arguably the best.
Two strong female characters, although I properly cannot get over the name Christmas. Bond films do funny names, I understand, but Christmas Jones isn’t a pun in and of itself, and they barely reference it until right at the end. Weird. Loved Sophie Marceau, the right mix of vulnerability and vengefulness.
Robert Carlyle does good psychopath, even if his accent was pretty laboured at times. He looked just like Blofeld as well, which added to the context of the series. Sad to see Desmond Llewellyn bid farewell as Q, but I laughed hysterically at the inflatable jacket swallowing John Cleese for a good long while.
Relevant plot, which could still be very much the subject of a film today, and although there were some crazy stunts, it was all spectacular rather than silly. And nothing too gory! Hoorah!