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          | “The past is not dead...” No Time 
          To Die reviewed |  | 
    
      | 007 MAGAZINE Chief Writer LUKE G. 
      WILLIAMS reviews the 25th James Bond film No Time To Die and argues 
      that for all its pretensions to provide an emotional climax to the Daniel 
      Craig as 007 era, it is a film that feels curiously flat and contrived…
      
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      | The Daniel Craig 007 era 
      has tried to offer us things that many hard-core 007 fans have long wished 
      the series could provide – chief among them the concepts of continuity and 
      consistency, both in terms of narrative, mood, and personnel, as well as 
      an over-arching storyline and narrative that extends across multiple 
      films.
 The laissez-faire approach of past 007 epics to such matters has long been 
      a source of frustration. Although From Russia With Love served – in 
      many ways – as a direct sequel to Dr. No, the links between the 
      original Ian Fleming novels have been treated with scant respect over the 
      years. Most notably, the brilliant narrative thread woven by Fleming from 
      THUNDERBALL through THE SPY WHO LOVED ME, ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE 
      and YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE to THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN GUN was carelessly 
      jettisoned by EON and a golden opportunity missed.
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      | Among the other glaring 
      two-finger salutes flung in the direction of continuity by 007 producers 
      over the years was the fact that Bond’s widow, Tracy, was barely 
      referenced in Diamonds Are Forever, the film that immediately 
      followed her cinematic death; the fact Felix Leiter changed guises and 
      actors with every appearance he made in the series until 1989, and the 
      oddity that Ernst Stavro Blofeld didn’t recognise 007 in OHMSS, 
      despite having met him two years earlier in You Only Live Twice.
 The Craig era has sought to right these flaws by creating an over-arching 
      narrative stretching across five films which pays homage to the obsession 
      within modern film franchises and TV shows for ‘back story’, emotional 
      ‘complexity’ and consistent ‘universe building’.
 
 The problem is that for such an approach to work it needs to be planned 
      and executed with precision, deftness, and forethought.
 
 Quite simply, this has never happened with the Craig films, which have 
      effectively consisted of a series of standalone films upon which 
      continuity has been uncomfortably foisted and shoehorned in as the films 
      have gone along, rather than existing as part of a coherent and 
      pre-prepared grand design.
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      | The apotheosis of this 
      approach - in which the producers have sought consistency and continuity 
      while never actually having the vision to look further ahead than the film 
      they are currently working on - is No Time To Die, a muddled mess 
      of an overlong movie which nevertheless serves as an appropriate epitaph 
      for the maddening inconsistency of the films featuring Craig’s uniformly 
      excellent performances as 007. 
 No Time To Die is not without merits, most of them technical and 
      aesthetic. The direction of Cary Joji Fukunaga coupled with the 
      breathtaking cinematography of Linus Sandgren are dazzling, while Daniel 
      Kleinman’s main title sequence is a further visual masterpiece on a now 
      supreme CV.
 
 The majority of the cast are also excellent. Craig oozes grizzled, wounded 
      charisma in his final appearance as Bond, Lashana Lynch proves charming 
      and quick witted as ‘new 007’ Nomi, Ana de Armas delivers a winning turn 
      as CIA agent Paloma, and well-known series’ regulars Ralph Fiennes (M), 
      Naomie Harris (Moneypenny), Ben Whishaw (Q), Jeffrey Wright (Felix Leifer) 
      and Rory Kinnear (Tanner) all deliver impeccable performances.
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      | Crucially, however, the 
      villains are something of a disappointment. Christoph Waltz’s Blofeld 
      underwhelms once again and Rami Malek, although sinister and very 
      watchable, struggles to make much of an under-written role. Sadly, the 
      genuinely disturbing impact of his first appearance – in a flashback to 
      Madeleine Swann’s childhood - is never matched in the rest of the film.
 A further issue is that the writing of the Bond/Madeleine relationship is 
      simply not strong enough to create sufficient convincing chemistry between 
      the characters. Lea Seydoux delivers a technically assured performance but 
      – like Craig – her performance seems to exist in an emotional vacuum.
 
 And herein lies the rub; No Time To Die is technically incredible, 
      but emotionally it never resonates as it should. The screenplay - for 
      which Fukunaga is credited alongside series’ regulars Neal Purvis and 
      Robert Wade - is simply never engaging or sharp enough to provide the 
      moments of humanity that the slew of twists, shocks and surprises built in 
      should provide. As a consequence when these big emotional moments do 
      arrive they feel flat and contrived, to say nothing of self-indulgent.
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      | Some will doubtless argue 
      that the ‘revolutionary’ way that some of these twists challenge and defy 
      the usual codes of the Bond canon make No Time To Die some sort of 
      daring masterpiece, but I would beg to differ. 
 None of the canon challenging moments in the film bother me in theory – 
      it’s the fact they are executed so poorly and with such a self-conscious 
      eye on being ‘edgy’ and ‘different’ that causes them to fail to 
      emotionally resonate.
 
 If ever there was an apt visual metaphor for the failure of this film to 
      emotionally connect it is the opening gun-barrel sequence - a bloodless 
      affair that fades into a shot of an icy cold landscape. For all its 
      desperate striving for an emotional response from its audience (you can 
      almost hear the producers and writers willing the audience to cry come the 
      climax) this is a film that fails to engage the emotions in the same way 
      that it succeeds in stimulating the visual senses.
 
 The fact the film harks back to and utilises musical cues and a key line 
      of dialogue from On Her Majesty’s Secret Service is the ultimate 
      indication that this is a Bond film whose emotional texture is ersatz and 
      second hand, rather than genuine. The same can be said for moments or 
      tropes in the film that seem lazily lifted or borrowed from other films –
      Kill Bill and Logan, to name but two influences.
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      | To borrow a line of 
      dialogue from No Time To Die, “The past is not dead.” This is even 
      more the case with James Bond films, which are surrounded by so much 
      historical baggage.
 I’m all for a realistic and gritty approach to Bond, but somewhere along 
      the line a lot of the old panache of the character, and certainly the 
      stunt-work, has been lost. The shadow of Jason Bourne hangs over 
      every action sequence here, and frustratingly No Time To Die fails 
      to provide any action set-pieces or fight scenes that really get the pulse 
      racing.
 
 True, the Craig era has been tonally consistent – unlike, say, the Connery 
      era, which lurched at times uncomfortably between the genres of realism 
      and espionage, space fantasy and finally action-comedy.
 
 However, ultimately, it has been an era which has failed to live up to the 
      massive promise of the explosive, compelling and quite brilliant Casino 
      Royale, way back in 2006. By comparison to Martin Campbell’s film, 
      No Time To Die is flabby, overlong, and ultimately unsatisfying.
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