10/10/2012

BlogalongaBond: Quantum of Solace (2008)

As soon as the twenty-second Bond film was announced on January 24th 2008, people started wondering (i.e. screaming about it on the Internet) what the hell Quantum of Solace actually meant, and unfortunately that confusion would become an early indicator of the quality of the finished product. Prior to my first and only viewing I was warned to pay attention and although I placed my phone out of reach and watched intently, I still couldn't tell you what the hell is going on for most of the time. Sure, blame the 2007–2008 writers' strike all you want but surely someone involved should've known that a plot revolving around the water supply in Bolvia wouldn't make for a very interesting movie. I mean honestly, who gives a shit?

The film is supposed to be about Bond's lust for revenge but Vesper and his relationship with her bookends the film and everything else in the middle feels like a rush of random scenes edited together (badly) that serves no purpose to the story. Weak plots in a Bond film aren't exactly a new thing but at least make up for it with a few interesting characters with more than a few braincells to rub together between them.
You're certainly not going to find that in the skull of Agent Strawberry Fields; a woman who's too professional to give Bond her first name but doesn't bat an eyelid at spreading her legs for him approximately 10 seconds after meeting. It doesn't help that Gemma Arterton can't act for shit and she clearly only exists to pay homage Goldfinger in an admittedly nice visual metaphor for oil replacing gold as the world's most precious material, but again, who gives a shit? The only thing more confusing than this baffling and boring film is the theme song that opens it.


'Another Way to Die' is the first duet of the Bond series and it couldn't be more awkward. The prospect of Alicia Keys and Jack White singing together is an enticing one but their vocals just don't mesh which is, y'know, kind of important when you're singing a duet. Like Chris Cornell's 'You Know My Name' it's nice to have a change from dreary women prattlling on (sorry, Adele) but apart from the snazzy opening it just doesn't work. Much like the film. 

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