Blofeld is Back!
Classic Bond feel and aesthetic.
Perhaps a little formulaic.
Over a year ago, I got the crazy notion that I needed to see all the of the Bond films in order before I watched the new release Spectre. I thought I would blaze through them and see Spectre as it hit the home video market. 18 months and 24 feature films later, I finally got through Spectre. My experience with Spectre is no doubt colored somewhat by my experience with the whole franchise and the burnout I experienced with the franchise at certain points.
Like the previous Daniel Craig outings as Bond, Spectre maintains some continuity with the previous films. Events have consequences in the world of Craig’s Bond. The consequence here is that the English government has come to feel like covert operatives are a thing of the past. A relic of the cold war, the 00 program has no place in a world of technology and digital surveillance.
But it takes the eyes and judgement of a suspicious man to see the unseen threat – SPECTRE.
As I’ve become pretty familiar with the Bond property (perhaps excessively so), I found the return of SPECTRE a welcome one. First mentioned in 1962’s Dr. No, Bond tangles with the threat of SPECTRE repeatedly through the 1960’s and 70’s. Blofeld is in essence Bond’s Moriarty – if Moriarty coddled a white Persian cat that is.
Spectre feels a lot like those early films. While there are some good action set pieces, there is more cat and mouse. The result is an updated and very typically 007 adventure. Sure, it’s not as artsy and soulful as Skyfall or as brutal and gritty as Casino Royale, but Craig inhabits a Bond who is more comfortable with himself and his roll in the world.
Perhaps not a standout film, Spectre is nevertheless a worthy, if familiar feeling entry into the Bond canon.