Movie Review: James Bond’s Skyfall should be renamed Grumpy Old Men 3

The latest James Bond movie, Skyfall, should be renamed Grumpy Old Men 3. Bond finally gets assassinated by director Sam Mendes, who appears embarrassed by the age of the oldest film franchise in the world and creates what looks like a send-up of the old chap.

If the drone of repeated references to all things old doesn’t wear you out, the casual racism, homophobia and misogynism of the movie will.

The only black person in the movie is a bungling field agent who retires herself to a desk job, but not before she physically goes on her knees to shave the superior white agent as foreplay before he lands on top of her in bed. Oh yeah, at some point she saves Bond’s life – but instantly gets paid in cash by him. She calls Bond, “an old dog”

The villain is, of course, a lunatic, homicidal homosexual who tries to bed Bond on their first encounter. I mean, why not, what’s left? It’s Men(des) at Work. Javier Badem plays an unconvincing queen, whose near last words are, “All this shooting and running is exhausting.”

The woman on top, M, is revealed as another bungling female who keeps making the wrong judgement, is condemned as sentimental by her new boss, and he may have a point, as she reads out poetry to a parliamentary inquiry. And of course, the female M, gets what’s coming to all women whom Bond loves.

So it was not a bad idea to farm out the ageing franchise to an already famous director with his own creditable album of pictures. Should have been done long ago and included fanboy directors like Spielberg or Cameron.

Just the problem is, they gave it to Sam Mendes, who not only treats the action set pieces as necessary nuisances to be got rid of quickly, he then populates the entire movie with verbal shots at Bond’s age, visual references (Bond collapses after some pull-ups in the gym) and backdrops featuring lots of ruins, not counting London itself. Oh yeah, and references to ruins, when he’s not showing them.

Sean Connery didn’t turn up for the role they clearly intended for him towards the end of the movie, no doubt hoping he’d jump in. But what did the filmmakers do? They left it in anyway and gave it to a random old actor.

That sort of sums it up for this dreary last outing of Bond. The James Bond we knew is a no-show for his own 50th birthday party.

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Want To Know What You Are in Other Worlds?

Congratulations! You’ve found the portal to contact yourself in the other universes in which you exist. How do you do it? Just drop a line to your parallel self here. Radio Multiverse will send it on.

The other way is for you to make a song dedication to your loved one here and hope that Radio Multiverse will play it. If it does play your song, your dedication will be heard in every universe that receives Radio Multiverse. Isn’t that lovely?

Disclaimer: There is only one Radio Multiverse on the planet and the way you will ever be reached is by the radio in your home. If anyone telephones you or emails you or tries any other way to contact you in person, he might as well claim to be a Nigerian prince who just needs some of your money to release his large cash hoard – hang up! Radio Multiverse doesn’t want your money. Radio Multiverse doesn’t want anything from you. Radio Multiverse just wants you to be in touch with yourself – in every universe where you are, whatever you are.

If you want to know more about Radio Multiverse, you can click on the cover on the right.

I’m Paul Brook. I made first contact with Radio Multiverse when I woke up one morning and found it on my ordinary radio, broadcasting song dedications from my avatars in other universes. The Paul Brook(s) in other universes were all making a song dedication to the same entity: Lisa.

In one universe, we were points of light. In another, we were papaya trees! There were parallel universes where we were closer to human beings.

There were universes where the Catholic Inquisition had spread to the whole planet and everybody was ruled by a Pope. There was another universe where everybody was ruled by an Imam.

There were universes where humans and aliens lived side by side. But in every other universe where Simon Cowell existed, Madonna was cut on the first audition of American Idol.

Now I never met Lisa before in this universe. But then I set out to find her. If you want to know what happened, read the first chapter of the event that changed my life in the book, Radio Multiverse – First Contact, written by a journalist called Ravi Veloo. He’s written it as a thriller because he believes my story will reach a wider audience that way and then they can decide which parts are true.

But never mind if you never read my story. This is your chance to contact your other self in other universes.  If everybody does that, won’t we all know ourselves better? Just drop a line to yourself and let’s see what happens…

By the way, if you do not know what a multiverse is or why you should care, here is the best 1-minute explanation of the multiverse by the eloquent theoreticist Michio Kaku. Nobody explains it better:

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