I remember this film as having been so much more emotionally moving, the first time around.
Maybe it’s because, this time, I find the acting choices during the film’s romantic scenes to be underwhelming on Craig’s part (which makes sense, because Bond was never meant to be a very emotional guy, even at his most heartfelt) — or sort of ruined and undercut by Vesper’s betrayal.
Or maybe it’s because I’m so much more cynical, now. Their love appeared real to a naïve, younger me. All of the one-liners that he feeds to Vesper come across as un-charming and hollow, knowing what an adult woman knows about cis men, the way that they will say anything to get into your pants.
The “little finger” line is the sheer camp of earlier Bond, but feels almost a little too cheesy for the modern update; and all of the times that he speaks with love feel false after hearing that, even if they’re meant to be acted by Craig as real and written to be a sincerely in-love Bond. Maybe I just don’t believe in the possibility of a man like Bond loving any woman, or in straight cis men’s love coming without the price of them having a baser goal. Bond’s armor always deflecting back to flirting irritated the part of me that wanted to be convinced more thoroughly in Bond’s love of Vesper; “If you’d just been born, wouldn’t you be naked?”, his taking her loving comments to a place of cheap sexuality really hit, because again, we’re reminded that even a Bond in love is a Bond who’s an old-school sexist.
I skipped the gratuitously lingering death scene, because I really don’t need to see Vesper painfully die for the umpteenth time, not when her character and Eva Green’s acting were why I began to watch in the first place.
Not sure I’ll take my rewatch to the later films in the series or not. Even knowing that Dench likely chose to be killed off in order to leave the series, watching M’s death be caused by the men surrounding her won’t be any more fun than this. At the time of watching both of these films, I excused these things as being relevant for the plot, but these days, the obvious sexism is getting to me. (Sexism on the level of the writers, not analyzing the characters’ motivations, or viewing them as people with choices. No offense, but on this site, I feel that’s a necessary distinction to make.)
Why is it that Obanno (a black man) and Vesper (a woman) were both shown as being gratuitously, slowly killed? Whereas the traitor agent in the opening, and then Le Chiffre, both white men, were killed in a more tasteful manner: a single shot to the head, a quick death, a short moment shown onscreen?
Even in simple films, entertainment, it’s got to be like this. Who is being “entertained”? Who is enjoying these details? Ugh.
I’d like to see a film made in this same genre where they can forego these choices, and be more tasteful.