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Oh-Oh
Heaven? Bond is back with Die Another Day. Is our Pierce the
best thing since Sean put on a bow-tie and gave Goldfinger a slapping? Or is this
more so-so heaven, rather than double 'O' heaven? Frank reviews. Die
Another Day (2002) MGM 2 hrs. 12 mins. Starring: Pierce
Brosnan, Halle Berry, Toby Stephens, Rick Yune, Rosamund Pike, Judi Dench, John
Cleese, Michael Madsen, Will Yun Lee, Samantha Bond. Directed
by: Lee Tamahori Rating: *** stars (out of 4 stars)
Its
remarkable that the James Bond 40-year old franchise is looking
sharper and sleeker than ever. There have been a lot of contenders
and pretenders that tried to rival Agent 007s legendary espionage
antics but after four decades nobody does it better than the debonair
danger man with the penchant for sultry women, weapons, and worldwide
adventure.
Filmmaker Lee Tamahori inherits the desired assignment to helm
what appears to be the 20th installment of the Bond series in the
sharp-witted and bouncy offering Die Another Day. Pierce Brosnan
is back in his fourth outing as the British resilient rogue out
to tame the evils of the world. And Brosnan, as usual, fits right
into the probing playboys skin as he resumes his trademark
tenacity as the spy with a score to settle.

Tamahori has clearly revitalized Bonds relevance
by serving up the cunning cad in a whole new electrifying presence. With sensationalistic
fare such as the youth-friendly XXX appealing to target moviegoers, the expressionistic
director realizes that the continued saga of the licensed to kill
cultural icon desperately needed a facelift. And so the enhancements were
made. Bond appears more edgy and is refreshingly introspective. Oscar-winning
beauty Halle Berry (Monsters Ball) gets to strut as a new kind of liberated
Bond girl where she matches the superstud in wits and secret intelligence in side
by side combat. Even pop diva Madonna climbs on board by singing the rousing title
song and making a saucy cameo in the process. And the gadgetry involved reflects
a tenacious technology that screams volumes of intense and enjoyable millennium-style
mayhem. No doubt Tamahori has risen to the occasion in assuring the box
office staying power of James Bond and his recurring jolting journeys. The
film cleverly starts off in an unconventional fashion by unpredictably showing
the normally crafty and elusive Bond as a victim of bad circumstances. The vulnerable
super spy, courtesy of a botched mission involving some ominous arms deal, ends
up spending over a year in captivity under torturous North Korean rule.
Eventually Bond is freed but unfortunately faces some scrutiny pertaining to his
prior lengthy lockup. It seems that the savvy 007 now has to juggle some major
skepticism about his loyalties therefore wearing the tag of sudden outcast. The
question is posed: did Bond have the loose lips that sunk ships? In other words,
did the reliable agent break under pressure and expose his colleagues while being
under the constraints of the intimidating enemy? Heck, even British Secret Service
boss lady M (played by the respected Oscar-winning Judi Dench) is seriously cynical
about her top agent and his potential betrayal. While being banished based
upon his uncertain trustworthiness, Bond escapes yet again from a sticky situation
and is determined to clear his name and generate some positive buzz to save his
reputation. Thus Agent 007 is off and about while embarking on a deadly yet exciting
jaunt that will take him to colorful destinations around the globe including Cuba,
Iceland and back east to Korea. His focus: to track down billionaire baddie
Gustav Graves (Toby Stephens) and crazed sidekick Zao (Rick Yune). Since the dastardly
duo is obviously gunning to take over the planet, Bond has to rigorously put a
stop to their devious scheme while restoring his own credibility. And what would
Bond be like if he didnt consider getting some tasty curvy carnal candy
in the process? Well, thats easy
he wouldnt be James Bond
period! So its both work and play for the jet-setting smooth operator who
gets cozy with two boisterous babes (Berry and Rosamund Pike) who also play a
significant part in partaking in Bonds noteworthy quest for intrigue. Die
Another Day is sort of a strange departure from the prototypical Bond series in
that the film is progressively cynical in its ability to folk over a darker protagonist
in that of the defiant 007. Tamahoris edition may have been tweaked to present
Bond more as an anti-hero/outsider but he also knows when to rely on the standby
sensationalism that has catapulted Agent 007 in the pop cultural stratosphere
for well over a generation now. The film takes its liberties in the outlandish
department by demonstrating all the familiar things we associate with the elegant
top British spys mantra: the opening sequence that hypnotizes us with the
shapely women in silhouette, reckless stunts that come off as both eye-popping
and inexplicably cartoonish, the exaggeration of grandiose gunplay and majestic
explosions, larger than life villains, glorious gadgets such as Bonds alluring
Aston Martin, double entendre tongue-in-cheek moments, surreal sight gags (a posh
ice hotel for instance), a bevy of Bond beauties, and creative fight sequences
just
to name a few. Overall, Tamahori dishes out a potent mixture of traditional
and fresh elements that give this bounteous Bond flick a cherished surge it needs
if its going to take on the new age of capturing the action-packed imaginations
of moviegoers for the 21st century. The movie is purely giddy and definitely
pumps up the juices in its off kilter humor. At times Tamahoris narrative
has its spotty moments when some of the over-indulgent sequences feel like filler
in order to take up screen time. Brosnan continues to apply his suited brand of
charisma to the James Bond role that invites temptation of uncertainty, non-conformity,
and a touch of cockiness. Amazingly, Brosnan incorporates the selected
traits of his four previous Bond predecessors and combines them effectively into
his unique variation of the martini-sipping spy. Clearly Brosnan basks in the
glory of his super-charged alter ego and goes along with the flow of this pulsating
production. The supporting cast is up to the task of giving this spry showcase
its rollicking identity. As Bond girl Jinx, Berry gets to cut loose and become
the equal sidekick of her man whos as gifted and ruthless as
her cunning male counterpart. Berrys Jinx is sassy and sexy and when
she emerges out of the Cuban sea in that transfixing bikini of hers, you automatically
acknowledge her homage to Dr. Nos original bombshell Ursula Andress and
everything else that cinematically gave breath to the fictional livelihood of
James Bond some 40 years ago. The villains arent particularly memorable
in this feature and are a mere throwback to the animated whackjobs of yesteryear.
As heavies, Stephens Gustav Graves and Will Yun Lees North Korean
madman A Col. Moon are mildly interesting yet their tepid sinister personas seem
like old hat. When Bond combats these colorful characters, theres really
little sense of tension or sordid detail. The confrontations, whether they are
aboard rusty Russian cargo planes or inside the crystal icy palace, are over-the-top
encounters that provide some stimulating dosage of excitement. Die Another
Day does conjure up some reservations but for the most part, the movie does cater
to the needs of Bond enthusiasts and other filmgoers who care to share in the
topsy- turvy espionage universe behind the late mastermind Ian Flemings
widely popular creation. From the luscious cinematography of David Tattersall
to the impressive and talented technicians that pump up the films overflowing
velocity, Brosnans conflicted Bond and the associates who surround him in
this globe-trotting event are on a collision course thats dynamic and thoroughly
involving. Hopefully youll like the current meeting with the wily
James Bond. But remember now, our tux-wearing soul-seeker likes his raucous missions
shaken, not stirred. Die Another Day is indeed a view to a thrill. Frank
Ochieng
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