If
you are an actor who happens to be British, then odds are you will probably
play one of two characters sometime in your career: The Doctor (of Doctor
Who fame; call him “Doctor Who” around a Whovian and you will probably be
drawn and quartered) or James Bond. Okay, this is an exaggeration (duh), but
both characters do have a surprising amount of longevity for a nation that
regularly cancels successful television shows after six episodes. This being
said, I was, naturally, a bit skeptical when I saw that No Time to Die
was being advertised as the grand finale of everyone’s favorite chauvinistic
superspy. One thing was for certain, however: After five movies and fifteen
years in the role, it would at very least be Daniel Craig’s last outing as the
character, and No Time to Die turned out to be the perfect swan song to
his modern-Bond era.
If I had to describe Craig’s tenure
as 007 in two words they would be “gritty” (sometimes to a fault) and “deeper.”
No, the movies are not epic character dramas full of Shakespearean acting and
thoughtful dissections of the human psyche, but they at least gave Bond some
character other than “suave spy who spouts one-liners between shags and
martinis,” and nowhere is this more apparent than in No Time to Die,
which, like Skyfall before it, actually allows Craig to give a fairly
moving performance. And while it is still “gritty” and fairly “realistic,” No
Time to Die finally allows the series to be fun again as well. The gadgets
are back (including the beloved souped-up Aston Martin), his allies are all in
on the game (including Ralph Fiennes as M, Léa Seydoux as Madeleine Swann, Jeffrey Wright as Felix
Leiter, Naomi Harris as Monepenny, and Ben Whishaw as Q) and the script may
surprise you with a post-kill pun here and there as well as Bond battles
against Rami Malek’s sinister Lyutsifer Safin and Christoph Waltz’s iconic
Blofeld. It seems as if finally, at the end, Craig’s series has struck a
perfect balance between serious and silly.
But all is not perfect in No Time
to Die. For one thing, it lacks the giant action set pieces that have been
a trademark of the series for decades, opting instead for isolated spurts of
violence that are separated by a whole lot of exposition. Good exposition, mind
you, but those going into the movie expecting non-stop action for the entire
two hour and forty-three minute runtime will be a bit disappointed. The plot is
also pretty straightforward, which I appreciated and liked, but others might
see it as undaring or even underwhelming. All I know is that I enjoyed the fact
that I didn’t have to tie my brain in knots just to understand why some guy was
punching another guy.
Daniel Craig may have taken his bow,
but No Time to Die proves that James Bond himself still has plenty of
places to go. If you have a British accent (or can at least fake one well
enough), then who knows. Maybe you can be the one to take him there someday.
Time is certainly on your side.
No Time to Die
is now playing exclusively in theaters.
This review was first published in The Keizertimes
on October 22nd, 2021. Visit at http://keizertimes.com/