No Time To Die

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NO TIME TO DIE (2021) is attempting an impossible trick: It immediately separates its audience into camps of Bond Fans and Craig fans, and by the end credits has informed both they’ll never get back what they came for. To call that move divisive is an understatement, but even if you think EON is committing professional suicide you have to admit - it's bold, and it blows the doors wide open with possibilities for James Bond’s next adventure.
The film itself works hard to control your emotions. For me, this was my first trip back to the cinemas in nineteen months, which I think helped to pack its own emotional punch. Like most people I characterize it as having high highs and low lows. But if there’s unanimous agreement about the film, it tends to center around the joy of the Cuba sequence.
Daniel Craig has, after fifteen years, completed his run as 007. Not many Bond actors get to leave this cleanly, to paraphrase another of his films. So I figured, yes, that deserves a toast. Maybe Craig wasn’t your Bond. Maybe he wasn’t your father’s Bond. Maybe he was your only Bond, or maybe this movie frustrated you so much you’ll never come back.
Would Ian Fleming have liked it? Cubby Broccoli? I don’t know.
But I like to think Roger might have.