Before I get carried away and move on to the other aspects of this artwork, Skyfall, let me put in a quick word about Adele. BRILLIANT. Yes, that’s the quickest and aptest word that I can think for her.
Being hailed as “the next Amy Winehouse,” Adele has scored a winner with this one. Four notes down and I knew why Daniel Craig cried when he first heard the title track. I was entranced, gaping, listening. To cut it short, this lady knows her Alto from Soprano.
Though the storyline is somewhat cliched, it still is Bond’s story. As the revenge seeking Silva chases M, his once mentor, you know he is keen to take her to the grave. The chemistry between M and Bond is interesting too, for rarely has Bond shed tears.
The colours that cascade on the screen build the tempo. Cinematographer Roger Deakins seems to have spilled some painter’s tray, wooing one and all. Hazy, smoky, flowing, shimmering – it’s all there, making for a visual appeal that’ll stay unparalleled for some years.
Craig as Bond is suave; Dench as M is a character that seethes with fury that’s well explained, and Bardem as Silva – I fall short of words now.
Bardem represents no brute force; it’s just a snigger and you know that you have got a man who can take over Bond. Plus, he’s, unabashedly, hitting on Bond, flicking open his shirt buttons, tracing the contours of our dear spy. The crooked smile never leaves his face as he chases M, keen to taste blood.
Harris as Eve is noticeable, though she doesn’t get much in terms of camera space.
Camera work calls for a mention here, for it’s nothing less than a character in itself. Neon lights blur together as Shanghai ripples across the screen. You’ll be reeling under awe and more as it closes on the inviting horizons of Scotland. The swirling fog, the indomitable mansion, danger lurking around – it all seems alluring – dangerously alluring.
You’ll, almost, rue the crumbling of the mansion as Bardem blasts it all away. Take solace in the fact that the last blast comes from Bond, James Bond.
A peek into Bond’s tormented childhood, his tears as M slips away, Silva’s relentless pursuit – more than enough to keep you hooked. Bond, in its 50th year, is here to stay.
Where else would you enjoy a tanker rolling over Beatles!
Source by Shikha Gautam