It was clear that something had to change. Bond was no longer the suave, ruthless, super spy of the cold war times. He had been reduced to a shell of his former self, distilled to the point that people no longer took him seriously. And just when it seemed like Bond might have had his final outing, opting to pass the super-spy/assassin torch to Jason Bourne, an incredible thing happened. The new bond film, Bond’s twenty-first outing, would also ironically be his first — Casino Royale.
Armed with a new Bond — played by Daniel Craig — Casino Royale is the complete and utter antithesis to its predecessor. Helmed by Martin Campbell, the director who managed to resuscitate the Bond franchise years earlier — with the 1995 hit, “Goldeneye” – the film is cold, ruthless, explosive, but most importantly, it is fresh.
The story focuses on Bond’s first mission to prevent Le Chiffre, a ruthless terrorist financier, from replenishing his ill-gotten gains in a high-stakes poker game in Montenegro. Simultaneously, Bond begins to warm to the treasury official, Vesper Lynd, who’s tasked with overseeing the proceedings – along with Bond’s personal stake in the game – at Casino Royale. As the film progresses, Bond’s judgment is evermore clouded by his new found love for Vesper, and as a result he may not only compromise the mission, but his life and hers as well.
Hands down, this is the best Bond film in years, and Daniel Craig is entirely deserving of his recently achieved “00” status. I expect we’ll see Craig tied to many more Bond films in the future, and I anticipate the sequel, Quantum of Solace – despite its horrendous title – will be just as revolutionary, if not better.