Personal.

[quigonejinn]

1.

James still has trouble sleeping, and it has been weeks. Months. Maybe even a year. Once in a while, when he has been particularly exhausted and without quite realizing it, he lapses into REM states. He struggles out of one on a first-class British Airways flight to Cairo -- really, to Cairo for once -- from a dream where Vesper had Camille's face.




2.

M has had it be personal a few times. She spent the last decade and a half in Whitehall, moving up the beaurocratic ranks, but she put in her years on station before that, back when there were clearly defined stations and clearly defined wars. And yes, even then, it had occasionally been personal. She ran a honeypot, once, where the girl lost her nerve in the middle of getting the target into bed. He held her down and did it to her anyways. It was a small operation, which was why M had to do field recruiting. It was also why she had to stay on the other end, on the headphones, checking the recording and listening to the girl sob over, quietly, over the creaking of the bedsprings.

The man asked who she thought was going to come save her.

When they didn't need him after a couple months, M killed him from close enough that the sweat from his forehead, once he realized what was going to happen, got onto her knuckles.

M was never double-oh, but she had the kills, the instincts. Back then, they didn't make female double-oh's, and yes, she took that personally, too.



3.

James and Camille are in the resort, which was been rented out for an indefinite period. Nationalization is another word for it. James is pretty sure that if he looked in the cellar, he'd find the bodies of the owners and most of the staff, shot through the head. Now, him and Camille are in the corner. Camille has her knees drawn up to her chest, and with the flames running up and down the walls, the room is searingly hot. James knows that; in some corner of her mind, Camille does, too. The rest of her mind, though, is lost in being a child and watching the house burn. Maybe the couch over there is the body of her mother and sister; the overturned table could, perhaps, be her father.

Somehow, James knows, when she was little, she got out of the house. Medrano probably carried her out. She might have been too young to fuck, but not too young to be frightened, to make Medrano feel like more of a man. Maybe afterwards, Medrano passed her to somebody who didn't find her too young to fuck, though he didn't do that before leaving marks on her. James hasn't seen her naked, but Camille is pressed up tight against James's hands. He can feel the burn marks rubbing against his fingers, through the fabric of her shirt and the bra. How old was she? Five? Six? What would they have looked like when she was younger and before they'd had a decade or two to smooth down and lessen?

Apparently, though, some scars don't fade or lessen.

So James does the kind thing: she is too heavy, too large, to carry through the ruins. He isn't sure that he can make it through himself, now that he came back for her, so he picks the gun up, and he shoots her in the head. One shot. Despite the heat, despite the danger, he holds her until he feels her muscles go soft, and then, he lays her down on the ground and fights his way through the smoke and the flame.

After interrogating him and promising him safety if he answers all the questions, James beats Greene to death using his bare hands.









IN SHORT, YEAH, GO SEE IT.

Comments

[jamaillith.livejournal.com]

Oh my god.

I. Just.

Back then, they didn't make female double-oh's, and yes, she took that personally, too.

And James and holy shit. Doing the kind thing. Only afterwards, does he ask himself whether it was the kind thing, or the easy thing? Because that's what he's good at. Closure. He finishes things, he doesn't start them, and after what happened with Vesper he's not even sure he wants to take that chance.

[amonitrate.livejournal.com]

uh, I was gonna quote that same bit, because damn. I love M more with each movie, and yeah. that.

Went to see it tonight, and had lots of conflicting thoughts, but was never conflicted about M and Bond and Camille and how kickass they all were.

Best part of the entire film for me? James apologizing to Camille. Because. He prevented her revenge.

fuck you, Ebert. Camille wasn't a Bond girl. That's why she doesn't have a Bond Girl name. She had her own path.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Ebert can go bite a big fucking hairy one. Bond didn't sleep with her. She doesn't really count as a Bond girl. And she was so fucking cool. God. And.

Yeah, basically, I loved the movie. I'm probably going to go see it either tonight or tomorrow afternoon. *sighs in happiness*

[amonitrate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Ebert doesn't like this new era of Bond, without the extreme cheese. it's like he's fine with Craig, he just wants the punning and the skanky girls back.

Ooooooh, nice

[(Anonymous)]

This is great - and yeah, I have to go see it now :)

And please, please don't let QOS stop you from writing Iron Man, okay? ('cause that's even cooler)

- Chief

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

I have not yet seen it. I AM BLURRING MY EYES TO YOUR ENTRY HOWEVER SO I CAN COMMENT HERE AND TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I AM TO SEE IT.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

YOU SHOULD BE EXCITED TO SEE IT, FOR ALTHOUGH IT IS NOT PERFECT, IT IS FUCKING AWESOME AND FANTASTIC AND HOLY FUCKING CRAP. OMFG. OMFG. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER BOND FOR ME.

[kurukami.livejournal.com]

Great outtakes, particularly the M bit.

But honestly, I have to disagree with you on Quantum of Solace. I found it unfocused, mostly incoherent, and poorly edited/written wannabe noir. It's what the Bond franchise would be like if it got tied down and slobbered on by FanFiction.net. : (

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no, it was deeply unsmooth? And the action sequences could have been better edited by far. I was so glad when they stopped with the poorly-shot action sequences. Plus, the location-jumping, cast-of-a-thousand-locations didn't help, and Casino Royale definitely benefited from being set in a very small (for a Bond movie) number of places.

But man, I forgive it all for: Bond stealing the photo. M smashing the ashtray that she'd given the guy for Christmas. Bond's expression when he kills the man on the balcony by stabbing him in the throat. Strawberry Fields trying to check Bond into a dingy cover-appropriate hotel. Strawberry's glee at Real Field Agent Work. The visual image of Camille and Bond striding through the desert in evening wear. The exchange about whether Bond thinks less of her for sleeping with Greene to get to Mandrano. Bond's little speech to Camille about how to kill. Camille's sensible clothes. The extended fight scene with Mandrano. The way Bond kills Greene. The epilogue in Russia. The The Candian agent's almost-there resemblance to Vesper and her whispered "Thank you." Bond dropping the necklace in the snow.

Basically, yeah, I pretty much gave the movie a total pass as soon as during the initial car chase, the camera kept flicking up to Bond's utterly impassive face. HIS MANPAIN. IT ROLLS TONY STARK DUBAI DEEP.

[kurukami.livejournal.com]

I agree it had brief, incandescent moments of win. It's just that the win was so swamped by the mediocrity of the rest of it. *grin* Plus, honestly, even though some of those images were gorgeous -- like Bond and Camille walking through the desert, disheveled and beaten-down, while in the foreground the Bolivian villagers scrabble for water -- it felt both too arty and too anvilicious. It's BOND, fer cryin' out loud...

I'm not saying I want a return to the cosmetically flashy, bad punning, ridiculous-gadgets-everywhere, who-will-Bond-bone-next old days. I'm just saying this was a big step down from the gritty, brutal, masterfully woven Casino Royale.

[black-hound.livejournal.com]

We are going to see it this weekend because .... MOTIVATED BY DUTY.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Craig is now firmly fixed as Bush in my dreamcasting of Hornblower, man.

[cruelest-month.livejournal.com]

I love all three of those. Especially 2 because that's so M.

I thought QoS was great but then it's Craig and he's pretty much my One True Bond anyway.

[wildes.livejournal.com]

Oh my god M. A part of me is still crying over Vesper but all the awesome is muffling it a little bit.

[two-if-by-sea.livejournal.com]

"We're teachers on sabbath, and we just won the lottery."

Why is Daniel Craig so. fucking. cool.