Month: May 2025

The James Bond Project #23: Casino Royale (2006)

~ Randy Blazak ~ 6 Comments

May 30, 2025

This series is intended to evaluate each product of the James Bond film franchise through a feminist lens, and the relevance of the Bond archetype to shifting ideas of masculinity in the 2020s.

Casino Royale (2006, directed by Martin Campbell)

This is not your grandfather’s 007. Casino Royale was meant as Eon Production’s 21st century reboot of the Bond series.  Gone are Q, Moneypenny, endless sexual double entendres, laser watches, and the dumb CGI of Die Another Day. And gone is the brunette James as Daniel Craig steps into the role. The story starts with Bond earning his “00” license to kill, so we can frame it as a prequel, but the film still features Judi Dench as M, so it’s not clear where the story fits in the 007 timeline, if there is one.

Producers Barbara Broccoli and Michael G. Wilson brought GoldenEye director Martin Campbell back in for a bit of continuity (although Quentin Tarantino expressed interest in taking the gig). The hunt for a new James Bond was massive and included possible candidates such as Christian Bale, Hugh Jackman, Keith Urban, Ralph Fiennes, and Ewan McGregor. After initially rejecting the role, Craig took the job in 2005.  The casting of Bond “girl” Vesper Lynd also had long list, including Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Audrey Tautou, Rachel McAdams, and Olivia Wilde. Finally producers cast French actress Eva Green (who I absolutely loved in 2003’s The Dreamers).

Casino Royale, while based on the same Ian Flemming novel as the 1967 spoof, starring Peter Sellers, is darker Bond that centers practical stunt work over impossible gadgets. The opening scene is shot in black and white and looks more like a scene from Dr. Strangelove than a sprawling action adventure flick. The opening credit montage features the iconic eye shot followed by a great theme song, sung by Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell. But instead of images of women’s bodies, it’s all Bond. We still have the prerequisite globe trotting, Aston Martins, and Bond gambling in a tux, but so much of this film shatters the Bond formula and that was the intent.

Let’s plug this Casino Royale into our evaluation criteria.

Driver of Action – Each time we get a new Bond, the story tends to revolve around him. There is a small MI-6 team that involves Vesper, and we get the return of Felix Leiter (played by Jeffrey Wright, who was so great in Basquiat). As we get in the final shot of the film, this movie belongs to Bond, James Bond.

Role of Violence – Not only can Daniel Craig’s Bond run more than Tom Cruise in any Mission Impossible film, he can kill without remorse. He takes out 11 or 12 bad guys in the film, including drowning a guy in a bathroom sink in the first scene. He remarks that his second kill, a rogue MI-6 officer, is much easier. He shoots an unarmed bomb maker in Madagascar, which creates some bad press for MI-6. His ability to fight the bad guys to death, seems superhuman at time, but this is a James Bond film after all.

Vulnerability – Big shift here. While we get the strong silent bit out the wazoo (M says, “I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached, but that’s not your problem, is it, Bond?”) We do see fear on Bond’s face when he is about to be tortured  by Le Chiffre (played by creepy Mads Mikkelsen). He should be. The torture is him being repeatedly hit in the scrotum, sending him to the hospital. He also shows great grief when Vesper dies, even though she double crossed him. The scene mirrors the final moment of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1967), with James Bond in tears, holding his dead wife.

Sexual Potency – Bond makes a quip about married women being his type, after he beds Solange Dimitrios, wife of a bad guy. MI-6 pairs him with Vespers Lynd, who keeps him at arms length for most of the film. Of course, they end up in bed together. But that’s it. This Bond ain’t a player.

Connection – This is where 2006 Bond really departs from the formula. There’s a scene where a traumatized Vespers is sitting in a hotel room shower, and James steps in and holds her. There is a strong connection between the two. After they survive near death and torture stopping Le Chiffre, James is in the hospital and Vesper says, “You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armour back on. That’s that.” And he replies, “I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me – whatever is left of me – whatever I am – I’m yours.” Who is this man who recognizes the “00” prevents him from being able to love? This scene was 44 years in the making. James resigns from MI-6 to run off with her. Of course, this is a James Bond movie so you know there will be no happily ever after.

Toxic Masculinity Scale: 2

Summary

Casino Royale has enough Bond tropes to connect it to the genre. As a poker player I absolutely loved the extended scenes of Bond, Leiter and Le Chiffre playing high stakes Tex Hold ‘em. Gripping. The film also turns some of those tropes upside down. We get Bond back in the Bahamas coming out of the water like Ursula Andress in Dr. No (1962), his body on full display. This James plays more the role of psychoanalyst than sexual conquerer. But he’s still portrayed as a man’s man. (Vesper: You know, James, I just want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you’d still be more of a man than anyone I’ve ever met. James: That’s because you know what I can do with my little finger.)

The high level of violence in the film led to Casino Royale being re-edited in numerous countries, including the United States, Britain, Germany and China. But the film is securely located in the 2000s, with the prevalence of cell phones, a parkour inspired chase scene in Madagascar, and the Body Worlds exhibit in Miami.

Casino Royale premiered in London’s Odeon in Leicester Square (where I saw the premiere of Pink Floyd’s The Wall in 1982) on November 16, 2006, with Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip in attendance. It’s the same week Nintendo’s Wii and Sony’s Playstation 3 hit the market, so there was a competition for young male eyeballs. The film received rave reviews with the Rotten Tomatoes website reporting,  “Casino Royale disposes of the silliness and gadgetry that plagued recent James Bond outings, and Daniel Craig delivers what fans and critics have been waiting for: a caustic, haunted, intense reinvention of 007.”

Maybe after four decades James learned the weight of his license to kill.

Next: Quantum of Solace (2008)

The James Bond Project #22:  Die Another Day (2002)

The James Bond Project #21:  The World Is Not Enough (1999)

The James Bond Project #20:  Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)

The James Bond Project #19: GoldenEye (1995)

The James Bond Project #18: License to Kill (1989)

The James Bond Project #17: The Living Daylights (1987)

The James Bond Project #16: A View to a Kill (1985)

The James Bond Project #15: Never Say Never Again (1983)

The James Bond Project #14: Octopussy (1983)

The James Bond Project #13: For Your Eyes Only (1981)

The James Bond Project #12: Moonraker (1979)

The James Bond Project #11: The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)

The James Bond Project #10: The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)

The James Bond Project #9: Live and Let Die (1973)

The James Bond Project #8: Diamonds are Forever (1971)

The James Bond Project #7: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969)

The James Bond Project #6: You Only Live Twice (1967)

The James Bond Project #5: Casino Royale (1967)

The James Bond Project #4: Thunderball (1965)

The James Bond Project #3: Goldfinger (1964)

The James Bond Project #2: From Russia With Love (1963)

The James Bond Project: #1: Dr. No (1962)

The James Bond Project #22:  Die Another Day (2002)

~ Randy Blazak ~ 8 Comments

May 26, 2025

This series is intended to evaluate each product of the James Bond film franchise through a feminist lens, and the relevance of the Bond archetype to shifting ideas of masculinity in the 2020s.

Die Another Day (2002, directed by Lee Tamahori)

The first Bond film of the 21st century and the last Pierce Brosnan 007 role was also intended to be a celebration of 40 years of James Bond movies. Several directors were considered, including Ang Lee and Martin Scorsese, but producer Barbara Broccoli settled on New Zealander Lee Tamahori, who directed the brilliant When We Were Warriors (1994). The result is a sweeping adventure that pulls together North Korean torture chambers, conflict diamonds, and Halle Berry into a film that is often placed at the bottom of Bond lists but is also surprisingly satisfying. Die Another Day would mark the end of 40 year run and take Bond into a new era with the arrival of Daniel Craig.

Die Another Day is meant to pay homage to all the previous Eon Bond films. Halle Berry walks out onto a Cuban beach as a doppelgänger of Ursula Andress in Dr. No (1962). John Cleese has been promoted to Q and his laboratory is a museum of past 007 gadgets, including the jet pack from Thunderball (1965). I’m sure there’s a website that goes through the film’s nods. (Live and Let Die’s interracial love scene?) There was even talk of having Sean Connery make a cameo.

As is expected, we get James underwater and on snow. James in a tux, making plenty of sexual double entendres (“ I have been known to keep my tip up”), and James in exotic locales; North Korea, Cuba, and Iceland. But there are also some departures. The opening title sequence features a theme song sung by Madonna (who also has a small role in the film) with usual female bodies, but also a montage of Bond being tortured in a North Korean prison. Weird. Also, the film relies heavily on CGI, including a really dumb invisible Aston Martin. So dated now.

There are actually a lot of dumb things in this film. We’re to believe that 007 was tortured for 14 straight months in North Korea, allowing his hair to grow a few feet. There’s also a Korean terrorist named Zao, played by Rick Yune, who has diamonds embedded in his face from a blast and I kept thinking, “With a pair of tweezers, I could take care of that for you.” There’s also the classic dumb Bond trope of using “science” to change somebody’s face to look like somebody’s else face. And then there’s the thing of James running around Iceland without a parka on. Not only does a single bullet not strike Bond, neither does a chill.

Let’s plug Bond at 40 into our matrix, shall we?

Driver of Action – We do get a little bit of Halle Berry previewing her 2004 Catwoman role, but this is a Jame Bond revenge movie. Although he doesn’t seem that angry that he was tortured in a North Korean jail for 14 months. In Brosnan’s final jaunt as 007, all plot lines are on him. Even M is sidelined.

Role of Violence – 007 takes out a few dozen guards and henchmen in the film, including during an over-the top hovercraft chase scene. There’s a pretty awesome sword fight scene between Bond and bad guy Gustave Graves (played by Toby Stephens) that smashes up a fancy fencing hall that’s so old school film violence that I didn’t want it to end. And the Bond kills Graves by opening his parachute on a plane so he gets sucked through the jet engine, which is pretty gross. If 40 years, there hasn’t been shred of remorse for this body count.

Vulnerability – After Bond has been traded for Zao to get him out of North Korea, M takes away his “00” status on the belief that James revealed state secrets under torture. He could have taken his cyanide pill but chose not to. (“Threw it away years ago…” he tells M.) There’s a brief moment where James is confronted with the realization, “If I’m not 007, what am I?” But it’s just a split second. Then he goes ape shit and busts out on his rogue (again) vengeance mission.

Sexual Potency – The sex scene with Halle Berry’s character, Jinx, is pretty hot, with her on top. Woman power! I remember seeing this in the theater and slinking into my seat. (Remind me to tell you the story of meeting Berry at a Braves game.) He also beds MI-6 operative Miranda Frost (played by Rosamund Pike), which seems completely unbelievable and dumb. Shockingly, there is a scene of Bond nailing Miss Moneypenny on her desk, but it turns out just be a fantasy she’s having on Q’s virtual reality contraption. So, we don’t get the “3 conquests” quota, and that’s probably a good thing.

Connection – Bond is so alone. More alone than in any previous film. M, Q, and all the other letters are annoyances. Jinx is an NSA agent so there is some connection there and they do end up flying a helicopter to a Korean island to role around in a pile of conflict diamonds, but it’s more obligatory than romantic. Poor James.

Toxic Masculinity Scale: 5

Summary This isn’t a great Bond film, but it is a romp. There’s cool stuff that are like a series of chef’s kisses for loyal Bond fans. The opening scene of Bond and South Korean soldiers surfing massive waves to land behind the DMZ is cool. Bond driving a 50s convertible in Havana is cool. Bond escaping the hospital bed by stopping his own heart is cool. Dumb, but cool. And the Clash’s “London Calling” playing as he flies back to HQ is super cool.

The 40th Anniversary Bond also suffers from the trap of toxic masculinity. The man alone who kills without consequence and beds women without care or kindness because that’s what men do is just sad decade after decade after decade after decade. He’s morphed into a robot. I suppose that’s functional for the MI-6 mandate, but it’s not human. Ten years earlier, the cost of this life was explored in Clint Eastwood’s brilliant film, The Unforgiven. But for James Bond, the cartoon character in a new millennium, it’s just a fading shell of what men were supposed to be.

Die Another Day premiered on November 18, 2002 at Royal Albert Hall with Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip in attendance. It was the week the SARS pandemic was causing panic and the week President Bush created the Department of Homeland Security. The world was changing and the relevance of a 007 was, again, in doubt. Or maybe needed more than ever. It would be up to Daniel Craig to tell us.

Next: Casino Royale (2006)

The James Bond Project #21:  The World Is Not Enough (1999)

The James Bond Project #20:  Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)

The James Bond Project #19: GoldenEye (1995)

The James Bond Project #18: License to Kill (1989)

The James Bond Project #17: The Living Daylights (1987)

The James Bond Project #16: A View to a Kill (1985)

The James Bond Project #15: Never Say Never Again (1983)

The James Bond Project #14: Octopussy (1983)

The James Bond Project #13: For Your Eyes Only (1981)

The James Bond Project #12: Moonraker (1979)

The James Bond Project #11: The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)

The James Bond Project #10: The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)

The James Bond Project #9: Live and Let Die (1973)

The James Bond Project #8: Diamonds are Forever (1971)

The James Bond Project #7: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969)

The James Bond Project #6: You Only Live Twice (1967)

The James Bond Project #5: Casino Royale (1967)

The James Bond Project #4: Thunderball (1965)

The James Bond Project #3: Goldfinger (1964)

The James Bond Project #2: From Russia With Love (1963)

The James Bond Project: #1: Dr. No (1962)

Escaping Gilead – My experience crossing the border

~ Randy Blazak ~ 1 Comment

May 21, 2025

Ever since January 20th, when Trump pretended to take the oath of office, things in America have felt really dark. From people being grabbed off the street by ICE and disappearing from public view without due process to the rise and fake fall of Trump’s top campaign donor, Elon Musk, it’s felt very end of a nation-ish. This includes rumors about changes at the border.

Here in Portland, it’s about a four-and-a-half our drive to the Canadian border. I’ve made the crossing many times. Last time was in December when Cozy and I drove up to Vancouver for the Taylor Swift concert. The crossing was a blast with carloads of Swifties shouting to each other and Canadian border guards the recipients of countless friendship bracelets. It’s so nice having another country just up the road a piece.

So I decided to make a run for the border.

After Andi picked up Cozy yesterday, I hopped on I-5 to make that long journey north; Olympia, Seattle, Bellingham, to the Peace Arch crossing about 10 pm last night. Late on a Tuesday, the usual border traffic jam was gone, but there was something new this time.

On the American side of the Peace Arch, there was a red traffic light and a barricade pushing cars into one lane. Up ahead I saw two armed men talking to a driver. When they finished, I was waved me forward. Two men in black military gear and long rifles stopped me. I searched for any identifying organization; border patrol, ICE, HSI, FBI. Nothing. I could have asked. I could have said, “Hey fellas, I’m on a DHS CP3 project. Who are you with?” But the rifles just shut me up.

It was a brief interaction. One of the men asked me to role down all my windows so he could look in the car. It was clear they were looking for people, not contraband. I have no idea who they were. To tall white guys straight out of central casting. I assumed that if I wasn’t a white male, the stop would have been longer, but they sent me forward where I showed my passport to the border guard and headed into our great neighbor to the north.

I didn’t go all the way to Vancouver. I booked a “pod” just south of the city in Richmond because I saw a program about Japanese pod hotels and it seemed like a fun way to crash for the night before turning around and heading back the U.S.A. in the morning. If you ever wondered what sleeping in a coffin would be like, this was it. But the coffin had wifi, so I got an Instagram post up about the experience. Actually, it reminded me of sleeping on the tour bus back in my road manager days, so I slept well.

This morning, after breakfast at IHOP (it truly IS international!), I headed south. There had been a lot of talk that entering the US would be the real problem. That I would be made to swear loyalty to the Mango Mussolini or would they search my phone and look at my social media footprint where I daily proclaim the emperor has no clothes. One wrong thoughtcrime and I would go from Canada to El Salvador.

There were only two lanes open at Peace Arch so I had time to watch and get nervous. It was obvious that the guards were taking their time, especially with Canadian cars. When is was my turn, I got the 20 questions, about what I did in Canada, who I met in Canada, what I bought in Canada. I know that most of these questions are meaningless and just meant to give the guard a chance to evaluate your demeanor. He took my keys and opened up the back of my car. He said, “Where are all your clothes? Your backpack’s empty.” I wanted to say, “That’s my brother’s backpack. He’s dead.” But, for some reason, I said, “I left them in Seattle.” Again, my white maleness played a role, I’m sure. I was allowed to enter my country and head home to pick up my kid.

The whole thing was weird. Why are there armed guards before you get to the Canadian border guards? What are they asking Canadians coming into the U.S.? Last night, it felt like they are trying to stop people from escaping  the United States, not escape into it, like a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale. I can’t change my skin tone to repeat the experiment, but the joy of international travel by car is now tense and scary. Part of me wonders if I should have just stayed in my pod.

Winding Down Elementary School: Gender Check-In

~ Randy Blazak ~ 3 Comments

May 15, 2025

As fifth grade starts to wind down and the complex reality of middle school looms, I’m reminded of how this blog began. November 2014, I was a stay at home dad, spending my days with Baby Cozy, wondering how I was going to raise a girl in a culture that still devalued half the population. The idea of a blog charting the challenges of “feminist fatherhood” seemed like a good way to share the struggle. Over ten years later, while the the world burns, protecting her gendered journey is still the priority.

The experience of elementary schools has seen the predicted emergence of pre-teen gender rolls. As discussed in Carol Gilligan’s pioneering 1982 study, In a Different Voice, the primary grades, 1 – 3, saw boys and girls as a fairly homogenous blob of “kids.” Half of Cozy’s friends were made of snips, snails and puppy-dogs’ tails. But by 4th, each team peeled off. In fourth grade, Cozy found her tribe of Swifties and boys became the object of much gossip and wonder. “Does he like me?”

Gilligan wrote about how 13 was the age of the great gender divide in which girls start to realize their value is based on how boys view them and their self-esteem plummets. But 2025 is not 1982, for better or for worse. For worse, kids are hitting puberty earlier now. In the 1970s, the average of the first menstruation was 13 and it’s down to 12 now. The beauty industry is targeting younger and younger girls. Cozy has been experimenting with make up but tells me it’s just for fun. On the better side, Gen Alpha kids have been raised by parents who mostly accept the basic tenants of feminism that girls and women are human beings. Boys seem less creepy and girls seem less concerned with their opinion.

We’ll see if that holds up in sixth grade.

This week I got a little tour of the middle school Cozy will attending in the fall. Parents had fun sharing their fond memories of middle school. I don’t know if it’s a “Deep South” thing, but we didn’t have middle schools where I grew up. Elementary went to seventh grade and eighth grade was high school, where you were a “sub-freshman,” the dreaded “Subbie.” Being in seventh meant you were the very big fish in the pond, but the year was also spent full of horror stories about what awaited the little subbies, destined to be terrorized by giant (and practically adult) high school kids. “They’ll force you to do heroin in the bathroom!”

I’ve gathered that middle school is the crucible of adolescent drama. Take 300 kids going through puberty and lock them in a building together for 5 days a week and see what happens. I’m guessing the gendered game of attracting boys is part of that. I’m hoping Cozy’s internal compass is rooted in enough self-efficacy that she won’t be knocked off track by that monstrous norm. But I’ll be on the look out for anything that looks like the surrendering of self that happens to girls in that patriarchal zone, including eating disorders. I think her girl squad will provide a buffer to that traditional pull.

When this blog started, my primary rants were about gendered baby toys and the lack of TV commercials that show men doing housework. Now we’re getting into the real stuff, from body image to sexual safety. This is where the feminist fatherhood business either pays dividends or goes into crisis mode. I have faith in my daughter. The rest of the world, populated by MAGA incels and Carl’s Jr. ads, I’m on guard against. What will happen?

The James Bond Project #21:  The World Is Not Enough (1999)

~ Randy Blazak ~ 6 Comments

May 1, 2025

This series is intended to evaluate each product of the James Bond film franchise through a feminist lens, and the relevance of the Bond archetype to shifting ideas of masculinity in the 2020s.

The World Is Not Enough (1999, directed by Michael Apted)

Four decades of 007 movies and so many bullets fired at Bond. Not that I want to see James get shot, but couldn’t one bullet at least graze his perfect temple? The World Is Not Enough, Pierce Brosnan’s third go at 007, finds Brosnan comfortably coasting as Bond in a film with epic stunts but not much else. Eon Productions still seems unsure of Bond’s role in a post-Cold War world, so they rely on the time-tested (over 37 years! That’s 4 years older than Jesus Christ!!) conventions. James in a tux in a casino. James wrestling a nuclear submarine. James and his obligatory three sexual conquests. Yawn.

Barbara Broccoli wanted to find a director who could bring out strong female performances. (Peter Jackson, pre-LOTR, had been considered.) She settled on Michael Apted because of his work with Sigourney Weaver (Gorillas in the Mist), Jodie Foster (Nell) and Sissy Spacek (Coal Miner’s Daughter). All three women were nominated for Oscars (with Spacek winning). One would think that would lead to a more woman-centered film, especially after the heavy reliance on Michelle Yeoh in Tomorrow Never Dies. Nope. TWINE is about as boilerplate Bond as we get.

Side note, as a viewer who has been keeping an eye on the credits of these films, the one filmmaking role that is most constantly populated by women (besides costumes, and hair & makeup) is the casting director. According to 2025 data, 74% of casting directors in the United States are women. So one wonders what casting director Debbie McWilliams was thinking when she cast Denise Richards as nuclear physicist Dr. Christmas Jones. Richards was an “it” girl in the late 90s, starring in two of my favorite fluff films of the era, Starship Troopers and Wild Things. She might be believable cast as a substitute high school science teacher (maybe), but as a nuclear physicist dressed as Lara Croft, completely laughable. Maybe Barbara Broccoli was trying to hold on to the horny teenage boy demographic (who, in 1999, were heavily breaking for Natalie Portman in Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace).

There were some casting coups in TWINE. Robert Carlylem, who had been so great in Trainspotting, was cast as the psychotic terrorist, Renard. And Sophie Marceau, the French actress who stared in Braveheart and Anna Karenina, played the erotically complex role of Electra. But most notable was the final performance of Desmond Llewelyn as Q. The one consistent thread through the Bond franchise was Llewelyn’s Q, starting with From Russia with Love in 1963, through 17 films. TWINE had Q training his replacement, R (played by Monty Python’s John Cleese) and joking about retirement, but his fate in the series was sealed. Three weeks after the premiere of TWINE, Llewelyn, 85, was driving home in his Renault Mégane, when he was hit head on by 35-year-old man in a Fiat. To die a young man’s death.

The World Is Not Enough, as expected, has plenty of exotic locations, including Spain, Azerbaijan, and an UNDERGROUND LAIR in Kazakhstan. We even get the Bond staple of 007 on skis being chased by Russian assassins. (Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke.) But this film finally gives us an action sequence in London with an epic boat chase on the Thames that climaxes with Bond flying off his rocket boat and grabbing a dangling rope of hot air balloon that the beautiful assassin is getting away in. (Assassin played by Maria Grazia Cucinotta. I had to look her up.) Cinema!

The 20th century of Bond ended, not with a bang, but with a meh. Let’s analyze it.

Driver of Action – Unlike the previous film, TWINE is a Bond solo vehicle. There’s a subplot about a relationship between Renard and Electra but it’s barely dealt with. M has more of a role but she’s mostly another damsel in distress for 007 to rescue. The world is not enough for the black hole that is James Bond.

Role of Violence – The body count is significantly less than the last two Brosnan films. About 19, if you don’t count all the henchmen that drown in the nuclear submarine. He kills Renard with a nuclear fuel rod to the chest. More dramatic is when he confronts Elektra for planning mass murder. “You wouldn’t kill me. You’d miss me,” she says. “I never miss,” he says then shoots her in the chest. She dies in her bed and Bond lays on top of her in one of the creepiest moments in the franchise.

Vulnerability – Early in the film we see James wearing glasses, but they may be a disguise, not a sign of aging. Later, when the beautiful assassin blows up her hot air ballon, he falls, crashing on a roof and dislocating his shoulder. It’s not getting shot, but it’s something. Later, Elektra talks about the death of her mother and asks James, “Have you ever lost someone?” but the scene moves on before we can get a glimpse of James recalling the death of his wife. That inference is left for longtime Bond fans.

Sexual Potency – The formula is in play. First Bond sleeps an MI-6 doctor, Dr. Molly Warmflash (I shit you not) so he can get her to forge a doctors note so James can get back to work. Then he sleeps with Elektra, who turns out to be a bad girl. At the end of the film, he sleeps with Dr. Christmas Jones as M, R, and the rest of the MI-6 brass watch their humping heat signatures. Bond quips, “And I thought Christmas only came once a year.” Check, please!  And, just to check it off the list, there is the prerequisite sex banter between James and Moneypenny. “Close, but no cigar.”

Connection – Yeah, no. Brosnan has mastered Moore’s detached Bond. There’s no sense of connection, not even with the fading Q or captured M. There are no CIA friends to lean on. We’re not sure why he sleeps with Elektra. It’s just expected. And his relationship with Denise Richards’ nuclear-physicist-damsel-in-distress-in-wet-clothes is more than flimsy. They don’t end up in a screwing in a boat. They do it on a rooftop in Istanbul while fireworks explode overhead. But for a Bond climax, it’s pretty flaccid.

Toxic Masculinity Scale – 6

Summary Bond 1999 is a disappointment. The previous film, Tomorrow Never Dies, offered so much promise. TWINE feels like a big back slide. Brosnan is playing a cartoon character version of James Bond, swimming up from the floor of the Black Sea, with his damsel in distress, holding his breath. (If ever a scene needed a man-eating shark.) We expect the sexy one-liners. When future beautiful assassin is just the beautiful cigar girl, she asks James, “Would you like to check my figures? Bond replies, “Oh, I’m sure they’re perfectly rounded.” Low hanging fruit. The action scenes redeem somewhat but, otherwise, this is 007 the two-dimensional prick.

The film was originally going to be called James Bond 2000, but they moved up the release to cash in on the holiday season and the film did quite well. (It was the first film I saw as a new homeowner on Thanksgiving night 1999.) The World Is Not Enough premiered in LA on November 8, 1999, as a MGM film (not United Artists). Four days later a massive earthquake struck Turkey, destroying some of the locations used in the film. The theme  song, performed by Garbage, attempted to make the film contemporary, but the TWINE made Bond feel like an artifact of the 20th century. Brosnan would have one more chance to update Bond for the new millennium.

Next: Die Another Day (2002)

The James Bond Project #20:  Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)

The James Bond Project #19: GoldenEye (1995)

The James Bond Project #18: License to Kill (1989)

The James Bond Project #17: The Living Daylights (1987)

The James Bond Project #16: A View to a Kill (1985)

The James Bond Project #15: Never Say Never Again (1983)

The James Bond Project #14: Octopussy (1983)

The James Bond Project #13: For Your Eyes Only (1981)

The James Bond Project #12: Moonraker (1979)

The James Bond Project #11: The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)

The James Bond Project #10: The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)

The James Bond Project #9: Live and Let Die (1973)

The James Bond Project #8: Diamonds are Forever (1971)

The James Bond Project #7: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969)

The James Bond Project #6: You Only Live Twice (1967)

The James Bond Project #5: Casino Royale (1967)

The James Bond Project #4: Thunderball (1965)

The James Bond Project #3: Goldfinger (1964)

The James Bond Project #2: From Russia With Love (1963)

The James Bond Project: #1: Dr. No (1962)