“Casino Royale” and the new James Bond, Daniel Craig, warmed up the American public for a sequel oddly titled “Quantum of Solace,” which is never explained, although we find out that Quantum is like SPECTER, a secret organization up to no good. The box office take on the opening weekend, $70 million, reflected the keen interest in the new blond Bond, who is as physically adept as previous Bonds but who is a more serious character, not a dandy or gourmet or outrageous womanizer, and a man with a tragic vein through his inner life. In other words, in this new film Craig seems well on his way to redefining who James Bond is. His character is more psychologically intense, and much more subtle and melancholy, and relentless in everything he does. The death and betrayal of Vesper Lynd (Eve Green) has turned him into a man tormented and driven; and he pursues her killers like a man on a personal mission. He is so bent on his goal he has no time for corny puns, gourmet meals, and fancy drinks (unless they help him sleep) and not much sex, which is very unlike all the other Bonds. He is also more brutal and than normal in this narrative, as a deep inner anger makes him not give a damn. He dispatches several characters almost as if he enjoyed offing them, rather then it being an inevitable part of his job. One scene more than any other typifies what I mean. A carry-over character from the first film, Mathias (Giancarlo Giannini), who accompanies Bond to Bolivia, becomes a shield for Bond in a shoot-out with some cops. And then after a tender death scene, when Mathias tells him to forgive Vesper and himself, he dies in Bond’s arms. So what does he do? He takes the money out of Mathias’ wallet and throws the body in a dumpster. Camille (Olga Kurylenko) is with him and she is shocked by his crude attitude to his friend. “He would not mind,” he answers. Try to picture Sean Connery or Roger Moore doing that.
Camille is one of three women that Bond must deal with in “Quantum of Solace.” She is a fellow traveler interested in revenge; she never becomes a sex object for Bond, more a compatriot on her own mission, which is to kill General Medrano (Joaquin Cosio), a fascist pig who wants to take over the Bolivian government with help from Quantum. Camille wants to kill him because, when she was a little girl, he raped and murdered her mother and sister. She teams up with Bond to accomplish her goal, one more indication that this is a new Bond. They become and eventually part as good friends. He does bed one agent named Strawberry Fields (ho, ho) who is killed by the bad guys and her death is Homage to “Goldfinger.” But the lovemaking is brief and tossed off like it has little significance; there is no dwelling on it like with other Bonds. Finally there is M (Judi Dench), his boss and to an extent a maternal influence in his life. She moves from mistrust to total trust in him. She’s not real happy with his new “Dirty Harry” approach to adversaries, but she knows he will get the job done.
Mathieu Amalric plays Dominic Greene, a fake ecologist out to do in legitimate governments and to swindle countries with predatory environmental schemes. He is one of many Quantum agents doing their dirty work around the globe. Amalric is the actor who was so fine in “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.” He was not the best villain that I have ever seen, but sufficiently scummy to be repulsive. He’s worse then General Madrano who is a simple brute. He pretends to be a do-gooder.
There is the usual collection of action set-pieces, a car chase, a running chase, shoots outs, buildings blowing up, the whole catalog of mayhem and violence, but not much in the way of gimmicks or techo-magic. Craig handles it all with aplomb. The movie is also a travelogue, as the story wanders from Italy to London to Haiti to Austria and finally to Bolivia. And it is whiz-bang all the way.
As a final observation I would say there has been a process of cross-fertilization between the Bourns series and the last two Bond movies. I think there are some obvious similarities; both in terms of action and how things are filmed. They are both characters operating as solo artists in their trade, as action heroes of tremendous physical prowess, and with racecar driving skills and acute survival instincts. And both have lost a woman they loved. Like Jason Bourne, James Bond is indestructible and too damn tough to be handled by any mere mortal on two legs.