What movie comes to your mind when you think of a truly game-changing spy movie?
Does your mind pinpoint the 2018-released Mission Impossible: Fallout that was universally acclaimed and is, by some, considered to be one of the best action movies of all time?
Or is your taste in spy capers prejudiced to the pulse-pounding, epilepsy-inducing editing of the original Jason Bourne trilogy?
Just like Daniel Craig’s Bond movies frequently question the relevance of the “00” program, we the viewers who are spoilt for choice have to ponder upon the necessity of sitting through the latest meandering installment of a franchise that last attempted something truly different in 2006’s Casino Royale.
What baffles me the most is the deliberate steer towards conformity. You can re-tread the familiar grounds of nostalgia for individuals who will appreciate those references, but the rest of us are waiting for innovation in the plot and the spy gadgetry department. Is this truly worthy the legacy of James Bond, a character on whose laurels an entire genre exists?
No Time To Die puts acclaimed True Detective Season 1’s Cary Joji Fukunaga in the director’s chair. A master of his craft, one can easily spot the three-four instances where he was allowed to put his signature on this piece. For the rest of the runtime, directorial consistency is thrown out to accommodate an overly optimized plot.
A movie plagued by rewrites and delays seldom turns out well. And it is all laid out bare to see in No Time To Die, the spy flick that could have been timely and relevant but instead, isn’t. Second-guessing in the writers room has cost them $300 million and we have been left with a Bond movie that will only be remembered for giving the lead actor a definitive closer for the first time in the entire series.