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One element that seems to be resistant to change is the lack of chemistry between Craig and Seydoux, despite the input of director Cary Joji Fukanaga.
Some stilted dialogue exchanges establish the fact that trust issues abound and both are guarding secrets from their past the fact that their holiday seems to be a grand tour of the sites of traumatic memories also suggests that there may yet be some emotional baggage left to be unpacked. Once the film finally reconnects with Bond, we find him enjoying his retirement on the Mediterranean coast, with perma-mope Madeleine Swann (Léa Seydoux) at his side. 007's newfound respect for his female colleagues may or may not be due to the input of Phoebe Waller-Bridge It’s probably best to leave a question mark over the identity of the girl, her mother and the masked man: suffice to say it’s an unusual, unexpectedly generous move for the film to shift the focus from Bond, even for a moment, in order to offer up a backstory for another character. And when a visitor does arrive – a figure in a Japanese kabuki mask – it’s clearly not a courtesy call. It’s the kind of place you go to hide, a remote and icy backdrop reminiscent of Joe Wright’s Hanna. The film opens in a forest chalet in the dead of winter where a little girl lives with a mother who has sunk into bitterness and blurry self-medication. The first indication that this might not be business as usual comes at the very start, when, as tradition has it, Bond films usually kick off in an exotic locale with an extravagant action set piece. All of which should heighten the anticipation around the casting of Craig’s replacement no end. But it’s also the first Bond movie in forever that attempts real change, tearing down some of the well-worn conventions of the 007 formula. And like many of us, it’s bloated and flabby around the mid-section and prone to moments of confusion. Now Craig’s swansong in the role arrives, nearly 18 months later than originally planned. Essentially British exceptionalism made flesh and wrapped in a Savile Row suit and a sneer, Bond ploughed on with the old ways, at considerable cost to those around him. And subsequent films brought us a Bond who was forced to do battle on two fronts, both against Spectre and his own irrelevance on an increasingly tech-enabled killing field. Quantum of Solace was messy, noisy and slightly panicky. Casino Royale, released the year after the 7 July London terror attacks, was a lean, focused and brutally businesslike proposition. P erhaps more than any previous Bond, the Daniel Craig era has, for better or worse, managed to tap into the mood of the British national psyche with each new film.