So I had earmarked this post of yours for when I finally saw this movie and I finally have and pretty much: Yes, yes a thousand times yes. Pretty much everything you've said above.
The whisper of collateral damage throughout the entire film kills me, just kills me. Maybe I'm reading way too much into this but augh. Loved all those points with children or dogs, someone (who?) shot in Palio, a broken box of cherries. There were parts of the movie that could have been tighter, directed or edited with a defter hand, but man did I ever love that aspect.
And Camille. And Fields. And M. And just. I am so inarticulate at this precise moment, but I have to say I loved how... okay, non-sexual isn't the right word (this is a Bond movie, hello), but it was almost hyper-sexual without it meaning anything whatsoever. A friend of mine commented that there was a surprising lack of sexy tiem, but I really appreciate how it was just Field's bare back and one kiss, Bond and Camille, tasting of grit and desert, perfunctory and needy and sad and tired and lonely and the look in his eye that says he doesn't know where she's going, but at least he knows she's going somewhere.
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Date: 2008-11-19 07:26 am (UTC)The whisper of collateral damage throughout the entire film kills me, just kills me. Maybe I'm reading way too much into this but augh. Loved all those points with children or dogs, someone (who?) shot in Palio, a broken box of cherries. There were parts of the movie that could have been tighter, directed or edited with a defter hand, but man did I ever love that aspect.
And Camille. And Fields. And M. And just. I am so inarticulate at this precise moment, but I have to say I loved how... okay, non-sexual isn't the right word (this is a Bond movie, hello), but it was almost hyper-sexual without it meaning anything whatsoever. A friend of mine commented that there was a surprising lack of sexy tiem, but I really appreciate how it was just Field's bare back and one kiss, Bond and Camille, tasting of grit and desert, perfunctory and needy and sad and tired and lonely and the look in his eye that says he doesn't know where she's going, but at least he knows she's going somewhere.