Today’s role models are much more attached to their physical being, and Bond sweats so much as if he has to proof that he is up to this. The James Bond character of old was established when Fred Astaire and Dean Martin were still role models. This guy is much more physical, much more body than any of his predecessors, and I am sure people will savour this. Standing in front of the mirror, looking sceptical and unpleased, he very well confirmed the notion from a conversation he earlier had with his femal interest on the train: he does not come from money, he has not been born into dinner jackets, he still looks more comfortable in a sweaty t-shirt chasing a murderer up or down a 50 meter ladder. There is this nice scene where Bond not only has to wear a dinner jacket and a bowtie, but some other jacket than his own. So I went, and I will not regret: Daniel Craig is just a very good actor for this role, with the necessary edges and scars, with that certain cruelty in his eyes.
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And this time the right people said that this might actually be a pretty good movie with a pretty good lead actor and some nice ideas on the action side. One thing works for me, however: if I hear or read that there is a good film around, I am likely to have a look.
And as I am not interested at all whether the actor for that kind of franchise is Scottish or Lybian, has blond hair or green, wears Omega watches or Rolex, the whole hysteria around the last couple of Bond movies was just not directed at me, I guess. All in all this is exquisite, pertinent all-encompassing film-making that only confirms Almodovar's position in the front rank of world class directors.I have not seen a James Bond movie in maybe 12 years, partly because I did not find the productions too interesting as they were (more or less plain chasing movies, and I’ve never been a fan of chase movies), and I also did not think re-filming the same story all over again could be really entertaining. in a sense, is 'about' acting, the performances are uniformly excellent, though to be fair, Gael Garcia Bernal, (certainly the best actor of his generation), stands head and shoulders above the rest playing a variation of roles, or rather a variation of the same role. The opening credits, (a pastiche of Saul Bass with a Herrmanesque score) deliberately evokes late Hitchcock and the film recalls "Vertigo", stylistically as well as thematically, another film about someone loving someone who is not whom they appear to be, each revelation building inexorably to a denouement as layers are quite literally stripped away. Indeed, a much better, if perhaps a more blase title might have been "All About My Father", for like Almodovar's earlier masterpiece "All About My Mother" it is a film about artifice, role-play and deception.
While certainly the sexual abuse the boy Ignacio suffers at the hands of Father Monolo is largely the contributing factor in the way his life turns out, (the film's most telling line occurs when the boy, on realising the priest's betrayal, says that at that moment he lost his faith and his belief in God and hell, that he was no longer afraid and without fear was capable of anything), it is not, essentially, what the film is about.
The title "Bad Education" only hints at what Almodovar's magnificent new film is all about.