Yesterday I went to Casino Royale... This movie caused my head to fall off, and I thought I should tell you about it.
The movie was one that David, Peanut and I had initially attended as a means by which to bolster some vague sense of masculinity which we claim to possess at some level. Casino Royale was not in fact the sort of film that one would ever want to go see in the hopes of reinforcing modernist metanarratives of masculine power and accomplishment. Casino Royale was great and frustrating because it refused to cop to these notions, deciding to instead reenvision and comment on the typically modern agenda of Bond movies with a truly subjective, postmodern outlook. The Bond that we are left with at the end of this film, the Bond who is now realized as the modern man-weapon stereotype spy that the world knows as "Bond, James Bond",is a creature who finds himself in this mindset only after first coming to reject it and with full knowledge of its flaws. He casts off his sociopathic spy persona only to find himself betrayed in every instance and hurl himself back into the relative comfort, security and simplicity of his double-o life.
Creepy, right... and then we had to stop so David could buy himself some Lebron James's...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Give me some of that sweet tea! Have you Tenacious Dd it up yet? I was planning to last night, but have not as yet. Just ate fried chicken instead. Unlike the Bond, I think it will be precisely a typical Tenacious D movie. Keep your ears peeled. I still don't know if we'll have time to swing by, but don't count it out. See you this weekend or December.
Post a Comment