In the 1960s, James Bond movies represented the
height of hipness and sophistication in pop
entertainment. Sean Connery's portrayal of
Ian Fleming's super secret agent appealed to
just about everybody. Men wanted to be him.
Women wanted to be with him. Conservatives
saw him as a team player fighting the spread
of communism. Swingers saw him as the ultimate
embodiment of the Playboy philosophy.
Since that time, the series has been faced with a
steadily growing problem: how to maintain the
credibility of a cultural icon so closely tied to
a specific era in history? Fleming created the
character in the Fifties, basing the character
on his WW2 experiences - even by the end of
Connery's stay with the series, the martini
sipping, cold blooded Bond seemed to be
losing his relevance in a world grappling with
the problems of the Viet Nam War, exploding
racial tensions, and all the problems caused
by a relatively sudden surge in global
population. Some even began to see Bond as a
symbol of the establishment Enemy - the
fascist white male, abusing women and killing
foreigners, with the complete support and
approval of the Free World
governments.
In the '70s the series slipped increasingly into camp
- a surprisingly bad decision, considering that
the multitudes of Bond send-ups (including
everything from Get Smart to Neil
Connery in Operation Kid Brother)
had long since worn out their welcome.
Though Roger Moore is a very likable actor,
his outings as 007 carried with them the
sheen of winking self-parody, reaching the
apex when Bond actually goes undercover as
a circus clown in Octopussy. The '80s
entries tried to dodge the issue, presenting us
with a toned-down PC version of the
character - a family-safe secret agent for
Reagan/Bush years.
The 18th 007 epic, GoldenEye takes a more courageous
and refreshing path by attempting to deal
with the problem directly. Instead of trying to
change Bond, (as in the comparatively chaste
Timothy Dalton edition), now Bond is forced
to see that, while he was off saving the world,
the world may have left him behind -- "A
dinosaur!", as the new M (winningly played
by Dame Judi Dench) puts it. Here Bond's
arch enemy is not some evil genius, but a
twisted image of himself in the form of the
traitorous 006 (Sean Bean). Here he not only
has to face the attacks of his enemies, but the
probing questions of ally and foe alike, as
when his smart, sexy new girlfriend Izabella
Scorupco challenges his cold-blooded attitude.
His views on feminism are assaulted not only
by M's verbal barbs, but quite physically by
the cigar smoking psycho assassin Xenia
Anatopp (Famke Janssen, last seen boring us
in Lord of Illusions), who gets her
kicks by squeezing the life out of men
between her steely thighs. And now that the
40-year economic war is finally over, Bond
must face the fact that the people he's risked
his life so many times to defeat are now
supposed to be his allies. While the old Bond
dealt death to legions of Godless commies,
now you wince a little at scenes of 007 mowing
down soldiers just doing their jobs. Indeed,
most of the film is set in formerly communist
territory showing the changing face of that
side of the world - even going so far as to tear
down a few landmarks. And since the Berlin
Wall is long gone, we'll have to content
ourselves with seeing Bond blow up a
helicopter amid a graveyard of discarded
Lenin statues.
Which is not to say that James spends the whole film
on a psychiatrist's couch -- GoldenEye
really delivers the goods in the action
department. From the opening bungie jump
from a huge dam, to thrilling chase through
St. Petersburg involving a stolen tank and a
freight train, the Bond series tradition is
upheld with some of the best stunts and f/x
ever. And the plot - a tensely unraveling
intrigue involving renegade Soviets using a
satellite weapon system to wreak havoc - is an
even mix of technological complexities and
daredevil mayhem to rival the best of the
series, a welcome change of pace from the mushy inanities
presented in the last few adventures. The
familiar staple ingredients of the series - the
flirting with Moneypenny, the briefing from M, the
visit to Q's workshop, the exotic locales, etc. - all make their
returns without falling into cliché. The script seems
almost like a patchwork of all the most successful
elements of previous Bond pictures given a
fresh twist, while director Martin Campbell
(No Escape) keeps everything moving at a lively
pace. Also, the title sequence is the most bizarre
one ever, while the familiar music has been
given a crisp new sound.
Pierce Brosnan takes the role of 007 as if he were born to it
- not surprising perhaps, considering his
history with the character. The Irish
actor claims that Goldfinger was the
first film he ever saw, and helped in his
decision to go into show business. His late wife
Cassandra Harris appeared in For Your Eyes Only.
He would have taken the role in 1986, if not for
the interference of NBC executives who
wanted him to continue as
Remington Steele (a character which
played with the Bond image). It's just as well
- the intervening years have lent him an air
of authority and confidence he would have lacked, and
GoldenEye is a much better picture
than those he would have had to endure in
the '80s. No need to trust my judgment as to his sex
appeal - as he turned to fire down the trademark gun
barrel to start the picture, I heard gasps from several
females in the theater. Brosnan is equally at home in all
other Bond arenas, whether it's downing a
martini at a Monte Carlo baccarat table or
grimly cutting loose with a machine gun. He never once
betrays the character, showing a keen insight into
what makes it work so well, aided by a fine
supporting cast including Joe Don Baker who walks tall
as a friendly CIA agent - a different role than he
had in The Living Daylights. If
Brosnan continues with the series (and he's signed
to do at least two more), he'll take Moore's place as the #2
Bond (and incidentally, since the prologue is set 9
years in the past, he's Bond before Dalton).
Bond is indeed back this time, in the best 007 film in 20 years.