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Very often, thinking back to a film that at first view there has enthused, however, happen to find any positive side, almeno un paio di momenti memorabili per i quali varrebbe quasi quasi la pena di rivederlo.
A distanza di una mesata dalla visione di "Quantum of Solace" non sono ancora riuscita a rivalutarlo da quella colossale sòla che mi è parso.
L'anno scorso l'avvento di Daniel Craig come nuova incarnazione di Bond era parsa una gran bella trovata. Ironico, sanguigno, strafottente ma anche umano fino al punto di prendersi una colossale scuffia per la strafiga di classe Eva Green senza vergognarsi di esternare i propri sentimenti.
Un Bond che nel finale imbracciava il pistolone e sparava la famosa frase "My name is Bond, James Bond", con la spietatezza di un Ispettore Callaghan, facendo presagire sfracelli nell'inevitabile seguito.
Now that the action we have seen, we have to say? The plot of "Casino Royale" was compelling, the film functioned as a rhythm, balancing action sequences and moments of pure well-written script-based dialogues. The bad was intriguing, almost as fascinating than his rival, exoticism was well contained and the functional to the story. There were times and highly ironic, as I have to point out, even Quentin Tarantino echoes.
"Quantum of Solace" is nothing of that. Bond is in full mourning for the death of Vesper, and that's fine, we are sympathetic. But it could have depression do not last more than a long film. Or
I might as well admit that the family jewels svergate incurred in "Casino Royale" had done more damage than expected.
In this film Bond is more of a chaste Formigoni vintage. Just a hint of a Bond girl scopatina with one of the most tasteless of all time, that rossocrinita. With the main Bond girl, a brunette who looks amazingly Carfagna, nothing, just a little kiss at the end of the race.
If the old Bond Sean Connery is a miracle not to have died of AIDS because it sucks all that breathed were female and within twenty kilometers of the Bond Craig seems protected by a jealous girlfriend.
Definitely, if last year we lost so many in the head for the charming Craig, this year, looking amminchiarsi in memory of the poor and Vesper catafottersi down from the rooftops like Wile Coyote, at least let me totally indifferent. Like when the dentist makes you the truncal to channel molar. Nothing orgasmogramma plate.
also take delivery of nearly two hours to pout, as if Bond was struck by a paralysis of the seventh, does its part. Craig is not just a babe, it's a good actor but should be left free to use facial expressions. Otherwise it becomes a codfish. Fascinating but cod.
The plot of "Quantum of solace" (what a title is this?) Is a detail. The history is lost and never come to life between too many chases cars, which have now torn the cabbasisi, grappling cartoon where at most there is creased jacket, jumping off a roof with another slamming against wood, steel, stone and no one will twist a human hair, and for much less, in reality, funerals are held.
Too many races for minutes and minutes without even a little breathless, pointless postcards from Palio of Siena and from the quarries of Carrara (perhaps a tribute to the expression of marble Bond throughout the film?) And an excess of exoticism to all ii costs.
Of Bond girl, one and two, we said. Negligible. The villain Mathieu Amalric is a substitute, a bitchy, a two-bit cattivuccio. Too bad because the French actor is capable of many other strings.
M broke the balls with being angry with Bond throughout the film. Just fire him. There is always Scaramella, to put in its place.
Caliamo a veil on Italian actors involved in the Mess. Giannini and ends up in the box is the perfect end to a useless character like his. When I saw Lucrezia Lante della Rovere I seriously feared that jumps out even Luca Barbareschi. Luckily we escaped.
not save even the opening credits and the song of the movie. They objectively shit.
If you must continue the Age Craig will be better for the next film, Bond returns to what it was: a unbearably cynical and sexist as Connery. Otherwise, to try some erotic thrill, we spectators would be forced to continue to prefer Montalbano.
A distanza di una mesata dalla visione di "Quantum of Solace" non sono ancora riuscita a rivalutarlo da quella colossale sòla che mi è parso.
L'anno scorso l'avvento di Daniel Craig come nuova incarnazione di Bond era parsa una gran bella trovata. Ironico, sanguigno, strafottente ma anche umano fino al punto di prendersi una colossale scuffia per la strafiga di classe Eva Green senza vergognarsi di esternare i propri sentimenti.
Un Bond che nel finale imbracciava il pistolone e sparava la famosa frase "My name is Bond, James Bond", con la spietatezza di un Ispettore Callaghan, facendo presagire sfracelli nell'inevitabile seguito.
Now that the action we have seen, we have to say? The plot of "Casino Royale" was compelling, the film functioned as a rhythm, balancing action sequences and moments of pure well-written script-based dialogues. The bad was intriguing, almost as fascinating than his rival, exoticism was well contained and the functional to the story. There were times and highly ironic, as I have to point out, even Quentin Tarantino echoes.
"Quantum of Solace" is nothing of that. Bond is in full mourning for the death of Vesper, and that's fine, we are sympathetic. But it could have depression do not last more than a long film. Or
I might as well admit that the family jewels svergate incurred in "Casino Royale" had done more damage than expected.
In this film Bond is more of a chaste Formigoni vintage. Just a hint of a Bond girl scopatina with one of the most tasteless of all time, that rossocrinita. With the main Bond girl, a brunette who looks amazingly Carfagna, nothing, just a little kiss at the end of the race.
If the old Bond Sean Connery is a miracle not to have died of AIDS because it sucks all that breathed were female and within twenty kilometers of the Bond Craig seems protected by a jealous girlfriend.
Definitely, if last year we lost so many in the head for the charming Craig, this year, looking amminchiarsi in memory of the poor and Vesper catafottersi down from the rooftops like Wile Coyote, at least let me totally indifferent. Like when the dentist makes you the truncal to channel molar. Nothing orgasmogramma plate.
also take delivery of nearly two hours to pout, as if Bond was struck by a paralysis of the seventh, does its part. Craig is not just a babe, it's a good actor but should be left free to use facial expressions. Otherwise it becomes a codfish. Fascinating but cod.
The plot of "Quantum of solace" (what a title is this?) Is a detail. The history is lost and never come to life between too many chases cars, which have now torn the cabbasisi, grappling cartoon where at most there is creased jacket, jumping off a roof with another slamming against wood, steel, stone and no one will twist a human hair, and for much less, in reality, funerals are held.
Too many races for minutes and minutes without even a little breathless, pointless postcards from Palio of Siena and from the quarries of Carrara (perhaps a tribute to the expression of marble Bond throughout the film?) And an excess of exoticism to all ii costs.
Of Bond girl, one and two, we said. Negligible. The villain Mathieu Amalric is a substitute, a bitchy, a two-bit cattivuccio. Too bad because the French actor is capable of many other strings.
M broke the balls with being angry with Bond throughout the film. Just fire him. There is always Scaramella, to put in its place.
Caliamo a veil on Italian actors involved in the Mess. Giannini and ends up in the box is the perfect end to a useless character like his. When I saw Lucrezia Lante della Rovere I seriously feared that jumps out even Luca Barbareschi. Luckily we escaped.
not save even the opening credits and the song of the movie. They objectively shit.
If you must continue the Age Craig will be better for the next film, Bond returns to what it was: a unbearably cynical and sexist as Connery. Otherwise, to try some erotic thrill, we spectators would be forced to continue to prefer Montalbano.
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