The World Is Not Enough (1999)
It’s the last Bond film of the 20th century. And maybe it’s a little past time for the franchise to evolve (which it will a couple films later, but I don’t want to get too ahead of myself).
The thing is, The World Is Not Enough has all the elements of a perfectly serviceable 007 movie. There’s some really cool action – a boat chase, a ski chase, attack helicopters with giant killer saw blades. There’s a menacing villain, beautiful women, plot twists, double-crosses… it’s all there. And yet, it’s all getting a little stale. This isn’t a bad movie; it’s just starting to feel like we’ve seen this all before.
Not to be too negative, Pierce Brosnan is growing on me. I didn’t much care for his first turn as Bond, but was more impressed with his second. Here, in his third go, he’s not trying to be James Bond anymore; he’s just being James Bond. The injured shoulder was a nice touch, giving him a bit of vulnerability, which Brosnan incorporated nicely into his performance.
Good to see Robbie Coltrane back as Valentin. He’s never bad in anything, and he gets more to do here than in Goldeneye. John Cleese’s introduction as Q’s replacement is kind of wasted; I suppose they were saving him for future films (or film, singular). I’ll reserve judgment.
The gorgeous Sophie Marceau was outstanding as Elektra King, the helpless victim in need of protecting until we find out – spoiler alert! – she’s not as innocent as she seems. I recall falling for her when I saw this in the theater in 1999, and now I remember why. She embodied a smart, powerful, and complicated woman who also just happens to be strikingly beautiful. Marceau has been a steadily-working actress since 1980 so she’s doing just fine; but why she never became an international superstar is beyond me.
And then there’s Denise Richards. Dr. Christmas Jones, perhaps the most ridiculed Bond Girl in the history of Bond Girls. In her defense, the role is not very well written. Richards is given a lot of dumb things to say. And it might have been easier to take her seriously if they hadn’t decided to dress her in a halter top and short-shorts. But – defense over – no, Richards can’t believably pull off playing a nuclear physicist. Sorry, Denise.
Robert Carlyle is fine as the Big Bad Renard. The idea of a villain who feels no pain and is slowly dying but getting ever stronger while doing so is quite intriguing. That idea could have been explored more deeply; it didn’t really come to much. His motivations were very muddy – why exactly is he doing what he’s doing? I dunno. And the ending is pretty mindless. How does Bond know what button to push to eject that big old metal rod through Renard’s torso? He just does, I guess. James and Christmas swim away from the exploding submarine, no problem. Yay!
Again, this is pretty standard Bond stuff. But this one just didn’t do it for me; it was all kind of yawn-inducing. Maybe I’ve watched too much Bond. Maybe this particular film was just poorly written and poorly paced. Maybe a little of both? We’ll see.
Next up: Die Another Day