
Skyfall movie review
What we witness here is the destruction of the old Bond mystique, and the creation of a new one. This is the sneaky cleverness of the film: it is, at last, going to tell us why Bond still matters.

What we witness here is the destruction of the old Bond mystique, and the creation of a new one. This is the sneaky cleverness of the film: it is, at last, going to tell us why Bond still matters.
Bitter, brutal, and — unfortunately for the hopes and dreams of the American people — very very pointedly funny.
This is sheer manic animated anarchy, endlessly frenzied and funny; tickles and surprises both visually and intellectually…

Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
I was literally in tears for parts of Argo, a purely physical reaction, not an emotional one, to deal with the tension. The only other option would have been to moan out loud, the film is almost that unbearably nerve-wracking.
Two separate tales of FDR that are certainly worthy of in-depth explorations on their own are mashed together in a way that is ridiculous and which gives both of them a short shift that neither deserves.
Elegant looking and well intentioned, but epically bloated and choking on its own would-be grand metaphor…
It’s the Where’s Waldo of spooky stories. (Where’s the ghost? Find the ghost!) But much less fun.
Ruby may be the most odious Manic Pixie Dream Girl ever, because she is a not-real woman, so we cannot even console ourselves with the notion that she has her own independent existence apart from Calvin.

Delightful and powerfully satisfying, an arthouse crowd-pleaser about a charmingly irrepressible protagonist… (new DVD/VOD UK)