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Read this today, so copied and pasted, it did occur to me exactly this, as every scene from the moon crator onwards just seemed awful...
...is Bond dying and imagined the everything from Blofeld onwards? It would explain a lot...
OR was Spectre just rubbish then turned to an absolute terrible film from that point on?
To recap: Bond and Madeleine Swann are on a train to the middle of nowhere, because they found a map pointing them there. On the train, Bond and Swann bond over drinks, and then really bond after they rescue each other from Hinx — a henchman who deserves his own return trip, like when Jaws got a girlfriend in Moonraker. They arrive in a desert. A car picks them up, and brings them to Villain’s Lair. The design feels like a You Only Live Twice callback: a top-secret HQ in the hole at the center of a mountain.
In this case, the range is actually a meteor crater. We learn this, because Christoph Waltz’s big baddie welcomes Bond and Swann into a dark planetarium room with a gigantic meteorite at the center. Oberhauser and Bond talk about the meteorite hitting Earth, but they’re really talking about each other.
At no point in any of this does Bond have a plan. At no point in any of this do Bond or Oberhauser talk about their shared history — and at no point does Spectre acknowledge the fundamental weirdness of two childhood frenemies becoming world-destroying espionage superhumans.
Instead, Oberhauser puts Bond into a brain drill. He tells Bond that his new name is Blofeld — something that doesn’t matter at all to anyone — and then he starts drilling.
This is where things get a bit weird. And by “weird,” I do at least partially mean “nonsensical.” Based on a straw poll of my EW colleagues, the consensus is that all Blofeld is doing in this scene is torturing Bond: The “brain drill” is just designed to drill his nerve endings, make him feel tremendous pain.
But at one point, Blofeld starts saying some very strange things. He talks about how, if his weird little brain drill hits just the right part of Bond’s brain, it will erase his ability to remember faces. He’s talking, specifically, about the faces of the women close to Bond, now and then.
After the drill goes into Bond’s head, Madeleine Swann walks over to him. She asks him if he recognizes her. And then — apropos of very, very little — she says: “I love you.”
Suddenly, everything changes. Bond frees himself from the torture contraption — using, um, his strength. He gives Madeleine his exploding watch, and tells her to throw it. A long time passes. Blofeld looks confused. Madeleine throws the watch right at him, and it explodes, engulfing him in flames. Bond grabs Madeleine, and runs outside, and kills everyone. But the way he kills everyone is strange. The Craig films tend to shoot action sequences with an eye toward cover tactics — think Jason Bourne, or Gears of War. But as Bond exits the Spectre headquarters, he just keeps on walking right into the middle of enemy fire, and shooting people with a machine gun. Bond and Madeleine get up to the helipad, and the entire base explodes behind them. It’s a shot that recalls Schwarzenegger kissing Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies, with a nuke going off in the background.
Or is that the Schwarzenegger movie we should be thinking of? Suddenly, Bond is back in London, where he rejoins his squad of friend-partners M, Moneypenny, and Q. Off the top of my head, it’s hard to think of any scenes in the entire James Bond franchise where all three of those characters were together; certainly, they were never united together as Bond’s back-up A-Team.
But that’s what happens here. The supporting cast goes off to stop the Intelligence Complex from becoming what the CIA already became a decade ago. Meanwhile, Bond says goodbye to Madeleine: She sees that he will never change, and she cannot go back to the life of espionage (her father was a member of Spectre before his suicide). But she tells him this, crucially, while they are in the middle of a mission. I guess you could argue that at this point in the movie, Spectre seems to be destroyed — but it’s a weird moment, right before the world gets saved, to announce that the relationship just won’t work.
Madeline gets captured. Bond gets captured, too, but that doesn’t last: Twice in the last half-hour of Spectre, Bond just frees himself using the power of human strength. He walks into the ruined MI6 building, sees posters of all his dead enemies, his dead lover, his dead mother figure. He finds Blofeld, his left eye scarred. (This is meant to be a reference to Blofeld in You Only Live Twice, but for this Bond, it feels more like a callback to Le Chiffre, whose scarred right eye cried blood.) Blofeld tells Bond that a bomb will destroy the building, and Madeleine is somewhere inside. He has three minutes.
And then Bond runs through the building. Webster’s defines a building as: “a structure (such as a house, hospital, school, etc.) with a roof and walls that is used as a place for people to live, work, do activities, store things, etc.” The MI6 building is a very large building, with multiple floors. Bond runs upstairs several flights, takes a second to look at Bloeld’s helicopter, and then just finds Madeleine. They escape on a boat as the building explodes.
Then he shoots Blofeld’s helicopter down with a pistol.
Then he finds Blofeld on a bridge. M watches from one side of the bridge; Madeleine watches from the other side. Bond doesn’t kill Blofeld. He goes away with Madeleine. And then — the next day, two days later, a week later, a month — he goes back to Q branch and asks his old pal if he can borrow the car. And then he goes away with Madeleine, again.
Here’s question: Why is any of this happening?
Here’s an answer: It’s all in Bond’s head. Because he is dying on Blofeld’s operating table.
Roll with me on this for a second. When Blofeld is torturing Bond, he mentions an earlier part of the movie, when Hinx killed a man like the Mountain killed the Red Viper. He talks about the moment before the man died, when he was still breathing — but he was also not there anymore.
So then Blofeld starts digging his little contraption into Bond’s head. I guess maybe he’s just touching nerve endings, maybe? That’s not what it looks like, and it’s also not what Blofeld’s stated purpose is. And is it just a coincidence that — right as the torture is at its most extreme — Madeleine suddenly tells Bond that she loves him? Just a coincidence that, right after that happens, Bond executes an escape that requires logical leaps totally absent from the past few movies: a talking killer who doesn’t notice his prisoner escaping from poorly tied wrist-straps, a top-secret facility rigged to explode in one big chain reaction?
And is it just a coincidence that, after that incredible escape, Bond gets to live through a dream of constant catharsis that no other movie ever gave him: a damsel in distress, some pals who can help a friend in need, a damn helicopter-destroying pistol? This is the first time in any of Daniel Craig’s movies that he gets the girl. And not just any girl. Madeleine Swann feels constructed as a perfect echo of Casino Royale’s Vesper Lynd — this time, with a happier ending. Bond learned Vesper was a traitor in Venice, when she met with Mister White. In Spectre, Mister White offers Bond his daughter as a deeply twisted penance. (Bond makes love to Madeleine for the first time on a train; in Casino Royale, he meets Vesper on a train.)
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I know, I know: The obvious answer is that Spectre has a poorly conceived third act, rewritten into obscurity, struggling to balance the divergent necessities of retconning the past four movies into a saga and ending a saga and making some weird point about Bond’s job not letting him ever get close to anyone and letting Bond pull a Dark Knight Rises to run away with his climactic love interest.
But I don’t just conjure up my Brazil theory of Spectre as a lark. Every actor who has ever played James Bond has left the character unexpectedly. Connery knew he was leaving Bond, but then he came back twice. Moore played Bond forever, and then one day all involved decided he was finished. Dalton and Brosnan were ready for more. Lazenby seemed good either way.
And yet, their final moments as the character have odd, accidental resonance. At the end of A View to a Kill, Moore’s 007 receives the Order of Lenin from the Russians: a symbolic end to the Cold War, years early. Licence to Kill wraps up with Dalton’s Bond playfully ensconced with Carey Lowell: an oddly perfect pairing. (It’s the happier-ending alternate universe to Lazenby’s farewell scene, mourning his dead wife — and, implicitly, a long life ahead of endless unsatisfying womanizing.) Brosnan’s Die Another Day ending is the hyperbolized version of Dalton’s: He’s paired up with another badass partner-lover, except this time they’re covered in diamonds. At the end of Never Say Never Again, Bond goes to live in the Bahamas. Connery’s still there.
Craig: Who knows? Maybe he’ll do another. Maybe that will be a more obvious ending. But is it weird that I prefer to think of Craig’s Bond, lying on that operating table, finally granted some grace in his vision of a more perfect world? Spectre is raging against the dying of a light that’s already dead: When it makes speeches about the overreach of the Intelligence State, it may as well be telling people not to start using social media. Whatever world Craig’s Bond is fighting for is already long gone.
So maybe it’s best to leave him there, in a final yearning deathdream, on a final mission from which he knew there was no return. Bond walked in to Blofeld’s lair, eyes wide open. Bond left his own body there, eyes wide shut.
Read this today, so copied and pasted, it did occur to me exactly this, as every scene from the moon crator onwards just seemed awful... ...is Bond dying and imagined the everything from Blofeld onwards? It would explain a lot...
OR was Spectre just rubbish then turned to an absolute terrible film from that point on?
To recap: Bond and Madeleine Swann are on a train to the middle of nowhere, because they found a map pointing them there. On the train, Bond and Swann bond over drinks, and then really bond after they rescue each other from Hinx — a henchman who deserves his own return trip, like when Jaws got a girlfriend in Moonraker. They arrive in a desert. A car picks them up, and brings them to Villain’s Lair. The design feels like a You Only Live Twice callback: a top-secret HQ in the hole at the center of a mountain.
In this case, the range is actually a meteor crater. We learn this, because Christoph Waltz’s big baddie welcomes Bond and Swann into a dark planetarium room with a gigantic meteorite at the center. Oberhauser and Bond talk about the meteorite hitting Earth, but they’re really talking about each other.
At no point in any of this does Bond have a plan. At no point in any of this do Bond or Oberhauser talk about their shared history — and at no point does Spectre acknowledge the fundamental weirdness of two childhood frenemies becoming world-destroying espionage superhumans.
Instead, Oberhauser puts Bond into a brain drill. He tells Bond that his new name is Blofeld — something that doesn’t matter at all to anyone — and then he starts drilling.
This is where things get a bit weird. And by “weird,” I do at least partially mean “nonsensical.” Based on a straw poll of my EW colleagues, the consensus is that all Blofeld is doing in this scene is torturing Bond: The “brain drill” is just designed to drill his nerve endings, make him feel tremendous pain.
But at one point, Blofeld starts saying some very strange things. He talks about how, if his weird little brain drill hits just the right part of Bond’s brain, it will erase his ability to remember faces. He’s talking, specifically, about the faces of the women close to Bond, now and then.
After the drill goes into Bond’s head, Madeleine Swann walks over to him. She asks him if he recognizes her. And then — apropos of very, very little — she says: “I love you.”
Suddenly, everything changes. Bond frees himself from the torture contraption — using, um, his strength. He gives Madeleine his exploding watch, and tells her to throw it. A long time passes. Blofeld looks confused. Madeleine throws the watch right at him, and it explodes, engulfing him in flames. Bond grabs Madeleine, and runs outside, and kills everyone. But the way he kills everyone is strange. The Craig films tend to shoot action sequences with an eye toward cover tactics — think Jason Bourne, or Gears of War. But as Bond exits the Spectre headquarters, he just keeps on walking right into the middle of enemy fire, and shooting people with a machine gun. Bond and Madeleine get up to the helipad, and the entire base explodes behind them. It’s a shot that recalls Schwarzenegger kissing Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies, with a nuke going off in the background.
Or is that the Schwarzenegger movie we should be thinking of? Suddenly, Bond is back in London, where he rejoins his squad of friend-partners M, Moneypenny, and Q. Off the top of my head, it’s hard to think of any scenes in the entire James Bond franchise where all three of those characters were together; certainly, they were never united together as Bond’s back-up A-Team.
But that’s what happens here. The supporting cast goes off to stop the Intelligence Complex from becoming what the CIA already became a decade ago. Meanwhile, Bond says goodbye to Madeleine: She sees that he will never change, and she cannot go back to the life of espionage (her father was a member of Spectre before his suicide). But she tells him this, crucially, while they are in the middle of a mission. I guess you could argue that at this point in the movie, Spectre seems to be destroyed — but it’s a weird moment, right before the world gets saved, to announce that the relationship just won’t work.
Madeline gets captured. Bond gets captured, too, but that doesn’t last: Twice in the last half-hour of Spectre, Bond just frees himself using the power of human strength. He walks into the ruined MI6 building, sees posters of all his dead enemies, his dead lover, his dead mother figure. He finds Blofeld, his left eye scarred. (This is meant to be a reference to Blofeld in You Only Live Twice, but for this Bond, it feels more like a callback to Le Chiffre, whose scarred right eye cried blood.) Blofeld tells Bond that a bomb will destroy the building, and Madeleine is somewhere inside. He has three minutes.
And then Bond runs through the building. Webster’s defines a building as: “a structure (such as a house, hospital, school, etc.) with a roof and walls that is used as a place for people to live, work, do activities, store things, etc.” The MI6 building is a very large building, with multiple floors. Bond runs upstairs several flights, takes a second to look at Bloeld’s helicopter, and then just finds Madeleine. They escape on a boat as the building explodes.
Then he shoots Blofeld’s helicopter down with a pistol.
Then he finds Blofeld on a bridge. M watches from one side of the bridge; Madeleine watches from the other side. Bond doesn’t kill Blofeld. He goes away with Madeleine. And then — the next day, two days later, a week later, a month — he goes back to Q branch and asks his old pal if he can borrow the car. And then he goes away with Madeleine, again.
Here’s question: Why is any of this happening?
Here’s an answer: It’s all in Bond’s head. Because he is dying on Blofeld’s operating table.
Roll with me on this for a second. When Blofeld is torturing Bond, he mentions an earlier part of the movie, when Hinx killed a man like the Mountain killed the Red Viper. He talks about the moment before the man died, when he was still breathing — but he was also not there anymore.
So then Blofeld starts digging his little contraption into Bond’s head. I guess maybe he’s just touching nerve endings, maybe? That’s not what it looks like, and it’s also not what Blofeld’s stated purpose is. And is it just a coincidence that — right as the torture is at its most extreme — Madeleine suddenly tells Bond that she loves him? Just a coincidence that, right after that happens, Bond executes an escape that requires logical leaps totally absent from the past few movies: a talking killer who doesn’t notice his prisoner escaping from poorly tied wrist-straps, a top-secret facility rigged to explode in one big chain reaction?
And is it just a coincidence that, after that incredible escape, Bond gets to live through a dream of constant catharsis that no other movie ever gave him: a damsel in distress, some pals who can help a friend in need, a damn helicopter-destroying pistol? This is the first time in any of Daniel Craig’s movies that he gets the girl. And not just any girl. Madeleine Swann feels constructed as a perfect echo of Casino Royale’s Vesper Lynd — this time, with a happier ending. Bond learned Vesper was a traitor in Venice, when she met with Mister White. In Spectre, Mister White offers Bond his daughter as a deeply twisted penance. (Bond makes love to Madeleine for the first time on a train; in Casino Royale, he meets Vesper on a train.)
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I know, I know: The obvious answer is that Spectre has a poorly conceived third act, rewritten into obscurity, struggling to balance the divergent necessities of retconning the past four movies into a saga and ending a saga and making some weird point about Bond’s job not letting him ever get close to anyone and letting Bond pull a Dark Knight Rises to run away with his climactic love interest.
But I don’t just conjure up my Brazil theory of Spectre as a lark. Every actor who has ever played James Bond has left the character unexpectedly. Connery knew he was leaving Bond, but then he came back twice. Moore played Bond forever, and then one day all involved decided he was finished. Dalton and Brosnan were ready for more. Lazenby seemed good either way.
And yet, their final moments as the character have odd, accidental resonance. At the end of A View to a Kill, Moore’s 007 receives the Order of Lenin from the Russians: a symbolic end to the Cold War, years early. Licence to Kill wraps up with Dalton’s Bond playfully ensconced with Carey Lowell: an oddly perfect pairing. (It’s the happier-ending alternate universe to Lazenby’s farewell scene, mourning his dead wife — and, implicitly, a long life ahead of endless unsatisfying womanizing.) Brosnan’s Die Another Day ending is the hyperbolized version of Dalton’s: He’s paired up with another badass partner-lover, except this time they’re covered in diamonds. At the end of Never Say Never Again, Bond goes to live in the Bahamas. Connery’s still there.
Craig: Who knows? Maybe he’ll do another. Maybe that will be a more obvious ending. But is it weird that I prefer to think of Craig’s Bond, lying on that operating table, finally granted some grace in his vision of a more perfect world? Spectre is raging against the dying of a light that’s already dead: When it makes speeches about the overreach of the Intelligence State, it may as well be telling people not to start using social media. Whatever world Craig’s Bond is fighting for is already long gone.
So maybe it’s best to leave him there, in a final yearning deathdream, on a final mission from which he knew there was no return. Bond walked in to Blofeld’s lair, eyes wide open. Bond left his own body there, eyes wide shut.
