“Is not that all that matters – Information”, Ernst Stavro Blofeld asks triumphantly, while he gives James Bond a small house tour of his modest meteorite crater in the North African desert , Although Blofeld lives jwd- janz far out – but fifty Video Hansel in his living room can always zap to the headquarters of the British Secret Service MI6, although there really just boring speeches.
Blofeld favorite stations is a mix of Sky and Phoenix – which yes, pronounced in English, is also a great title for a Bond film would be. “You’re just a little voyeur”, Bond shoots back. His favorite weapon was always the word. Meanwhile guns him are so matter that he his former Walther PPK against VP9 of Heckler & amp; Koch has traded. Later, he throws it away entirely.
Man has already longer the impression that this Bond ratty. A few years ago – it was in “Casino Royale”? – Asked him a pseudo-funny bartender if he would prefer his martini shaken or stirred. All giggled in his sleeve, the barman, the audience – always clear what would say Bond now. But the only way: “Do I look as if I’m interested in the”
A parable on the life of a film critic
But I digress, as Bond, when he sees Monica Belluci. Blofeld, the Christoph Waltz plays in his usual mixture of submissive excoriated awareness and cold misanthropy, of course, was right: information is all that matters.
For example, I, the film critic, more information than you, namely “Spectre” the 24th movie in this fabled franchise, the 1962 “Dr. No” began. You, however, are roughly in the position of Lea Seydoux, called the Bond girl, which is on the one hand extremely interested in what the meteorite crater Living flickers across the screen there. And on the other hand would do well to follow Bonds advice when she implores: “Do not look, look at me!” In plain English: Do not read further. Go rather to the cinema itself .
But wait, we make a deal: I’ll tell you a little bit, tell but nothing that would spoil the anticipation you, and you will hear more about. Likewise, it is the way with the Bond villains who talk always insanely long and never spoil, wants to say, Bond sparing principle, while they seem actually to do from the very first moment everything possible to kill him the same. Even though it sounds crazy: The new James Bond is basically a parable of the life of a film critic
The author of all your pain
Is the film critics do not like the too short Come brother of the hero? Condemned to eke out a living in the shadow, literally, in idle flabbiness, almost like Blofeld in a wheelchair – so you know it anyway, in “Spectre” has he the wheelchair even earn only – what ultimate humiliation! In the end he destroyed creeps from there, even his cat ran away him, and Ralph Fiennes keeps him with a receding hairline, a dressing down, while Daniel Craig smooches with Lea Seydoux.
Who wants to blame because he goes crazy at some point, his own father kills with an avalanche and the hated twin brother a lifelong avalanche of malice and mockery pours? Slandered him by his bosses and kidnapped his sweetheart? The machinations of the terrorist organization “Spectre”, who chairs Blofeld grumpy, are nothing more than a huge slating at its core.
Do you think it would be a coincidence that the symbol of “Spectre” a Kraken is, therefore an animal injected with ink? And its members, even the redeemed, the need to eke out a living as free and squat as droves correspondents in Austrian Fritzl-cellars, to James Bond redeemed gracious call themselves as eternally envious, forever megalomaniacs, based on novels by writers like David Foster Wallace , No joke, the nickname of Mr. White, an old acquaintance, is “The Pale King”. And the central set of Blofeld in “Spectre” reads: “I was the author of all your pain!”
But never mind that, although the could continue to drive analogies forever. The track of the information leads as I said also in a second direction: that of the spectator. Who knows everything, the bored infinite. If the intelligence service suddenly on all screens at any time and saw everything from all phones anytime all listened, he would abolish the first James Bond. The double zero would be actually a double zero, a complete failure. Bond’s precisely no nerd.
Bond has become Luddites
With its programming arts he has never gotten a woman into bed. His relationship to art is that he gets a lot of them and makes then relish broken, like a three year old for Christmas. In “Spectre” he sunk as a brand new Aston Martin in the Tiber. Later, a Rolls Royce emerges, and Craig grins again to himself; he may exceptionally him though neither scrapped nor blow, but at least he must rattle for hours on dusty gravel roads. That’s true vintage sadism, the car is built in 48!
Miss Moneypenny (Naomie Harris), with the bond might be intimate, maybe not, looking at the camera as exceptionally short way Willbond eventually help high-tech standard. Ralph Fiennes, very old school, dismisses: So you would only play into the hands of the enemy. Satellite monitoring, shooting fountain pen, Mondrakten -. All rubbish
Bond helping in 2015 at best, by not helping him. Significantly, the scene in which Q (Ben Wishaw) zusteckt him an Omega-clock. Bond: “And what can they?” Q: “Measure the time That will help you to be punctual..” So far it has come with Bond; the most important gadget tells him what hour has struck
fifty years was his motto. Vorsprung durch Technik. But as well as German car manufacturers are no longer what they once were, Bond is now Luddites. The last analogue manual workers in the Adventure Manufactory. Where would we be if only spotty white coat sitting in front of their laptops future? Then Blofeld and Q to represent world domination times among themselves; look on them will not want more. We need Bond, of Mexico City puts in a cracking header again on the day of the dead in rubble.
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For several minutes with him a camera without a single incision. Even in “Victoria” that has entranced to rapturous applause the people. Here sees, pimped million expensive, of course, much better. For a second scene in a meeting room one has even shot in Tokyo. The message is always the same: in total little-boy fantasy nonsense authenticity please! Throw away the phones! Power to the computer! Get out of the air, makes air jumps, because you are alive, even if they look, as would the choreography to the last of “Tomb Raider”.
The MI6 retains its double-zero program, go out in the agents and kill people, or maybe not. The license to kill is indeed most especially a license, not to kill, but to celebrate life as muses Ralph Fiennes once. Anyway, that supposed to stay beautiful all the double zero and when we’re at it, please also have a double peak in the British Secret: How about Edward Snowden and Julian Assange
It may sound vague, but just as the new James Bond, described merely spoiler free. And if maybe soon everything will be different, perhaps even with a new Bond, it’s quite comforting that in reality everything remains the same. In the last scene Daniel Craig drives in Sean Connery’s antique Aston Martin in the -Please note: Spoiler! – Honeymoon
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