The pre-credit sequence (y'know, the one with the Millennium Dome) gets the action going and sets things nicely despite the inclusion of the now obligatory shot of Brosnan fixing his tie (in the Thames!) and some bird in red leather who tries to escape via a bloody hot air balloon, of all things. Stolen money, a terrorist with a bullet in his head, Stockholm's syndrome and Goldie all play a part, but the masterstroke of TWINE was the decision to include M in the plot as more than just Bond's nanny. What's her connection to the Sir Robert King? Did they have an affair? Does she regret using Elektra as bait? Trust Dame Judi to give a paper-thin character some depth with just a few looks. And despite having a superhero's name, Elektra (Sophie Marceau aka Mrs Christopher Lambert) goes from typical Bond girl who drops her knickers in the blink of an eye to an interesting and complex character. But of course, seeing as this is a Bond movie they had to go and cock it up with a ridiculously-named character who just ruins everything.
"I liked that the character was a Bond girl that was both brainy, athletic, and had depth of character, in contrast to Bond girls from previous decades."
It's that kind of fucked-up thinking that leads to being legally bound to Charlie Sheen. Off you trot, luv.
What a shame she wasn't completely cut out, because maybe then Elektra's death at the hands of Bond in front of M would have actually meant something after 90 minutes of build-up. Still, I'm not going to let that cloud my judgement of TWINE even if it is yet another example of a good Bond film that could've been great.
Next Month: Die Another Day