Beckinsale is proposed in place of Lynn Redgrave. The discussed supporting-actress field is winner Judi Dench for Shakespeare in Love,Kathy Bates for Primary Colors,Brenda Blethyn for Little Voice,Rachel Griffiths for Hilary and Jackie,and Redgrave for Gods and Monsters. — Sean Fennessey
The only question is what Silva's relationship to M actually was beyond being an agent she screwed over; one host takes it literally, another wants to know what transpired, with the cyanide torture suggested as a prequel, Silva in Hong Kong.
M's quick explanation that she cut him loose for six agents is perfunctory and she is not to be trusted; the takeaway is that agents are changeable instruments of the state, which the moving ending between M and Bond defies.
Watching Judi Dench's face in scenes with Bardem is a favorite part, since she seems legitimately disturbed when he puts the gun to both their heads; the ending and M's death were underdiscussed, the Skyfall sequence has her doing action scenes, and this is reportedly the most screen time M ever had in a Bond film.
A Peter Morgan-written Bond series for Netflix, filmed on location at this production level; an MI6 show built around Judi Dench's M and Ralph Fiennes at Whitehall hearings
One host would watch a Bond Netflix show if Peter Morgan made it, but only filmed on location at this production level, which no Netflix show including The Crown reaches; a self-described spy head would love an MI6 show centered on a reckless alcoholic; another says Bond going to Netflix is how we know movies are dead.
A spinoff around Judi Dench's M, with Ralph Fiennes, Whitehall hearings and backroom deals, plus an extended set piece every other episode, appeals to some, with M's line about running out of drink an A plus moment; the dissenter is a barker outside a marquee for the movies.
Bond in khakis in bed after sex on a Turkish beach; the scorpion trick while supposedly dead; MI6 selling his apartment and Skyfall; three to four months to decode the agent list; the NATO list on one hard drive; hackers posting reveals on YouTube; Q's secret breadcrumb trail run from the hacked HQ screen; strangling a man underwater with a knee; Bond announcing his name everywhere and never simply being shot
Early on, Bond has sex with a woman by a Turkish beach and the next shot has him in khakis in bed with a Heineken, which is weird. — Chris Ryan
The counter is that both are dressed, she in a pink cover-up, and they are lounging rather than in bed; who has ever put on khakis after sex and gotten back in bed?
Made personal, the post-sex routine offered is a giant turkey sandwich and telling the mirror you're the best. — Chris Ryan
Others want a cigarette or a vape, lie in post-coital bliss, get a water and put on boxers; the conclusion is that Bond goes no-underwear khakis, impractical for a man who may need to run, and one host admits having done it.
While pretending to be dead you do not entertain a bar with scorpion tricks, though the defense is that Bond cannot keep a low profile, feels a sense of duty and wants to be loved by mommy; another host would be mad that they sold his apartment and Skyfall, with Her Majesty getting the money.
Three to four months for hackers to decode one list of agents is stupid, the list of NATO agents being on one hard drive in 2012 is worse, and the hackers posting reveals on YouTube is accepted with a joke about a Macau hacker vlog.
Q's top-secret breadcrumb trail for Bond and M is laid in the middle of headquarters on the giant screen of the computer that was just hacked and let everyone out of jail; whether Bond can strangle a man underwater with his knee is debated against Craig's short legs and compacted power, with the reminder that he dies of hypothermia doing it.
A nit with James Bond himself: a secretive operative who tells everybody his name, dresses impeccably and sleeps with strangers has never simply been shot in the face over a coffee, since villains always lure him to an island to explain the master plan, Scott Evil style; the reply is that Silva is after Judi Dench's attention and a cell, essentially the Joker plot from Dark Knight.
Earlier, during the scene discussion, the scorpion trick was flagged as a low-profile failure that would go viral in 2012.
The award is temporarily renamed for a British character actor, the Denholm Elliot award; nominees are Rory Kinnear, in every good English television show, Helen McCrory, who goes on to play Polly Shelby in Peaky Blinders, as the minister questioning Judi Dench, Nicholas Woodison from the word-association evaluation, Albert Finney behind the beard, and Ola Rapace, Noomi Rapace's ex-husband and a well-known Swedish actor, as Patrice.
Helen McRory (as transcribed) is the pick, recognizable by voice even without a straight close-up. — Amanda Dobbins
Most humans would pick Rory Kinnear, known for the pig on Black Mirror, while the Anglophile hosts know his shows; the show South Cliff (as transcribed) is recommended.
Judi Dench literally has aged the best: seventy-seven when she gave a performance of just-enough British acting, with the stature and gravitas to make standing over six coffins feel important; Adele's song is an all-time jam.
The locations are sensible rather than volcano-and-Tokyo Bond locations: Istanbul and London, very London-centric, like a board of tourism; the fiftieth anniversary of the series and the Broccoli family's hubbub may have driven the reminder that this is a British spy from Scotland, and M's garage line about the car not being ostentatious is a favorite Dench moment.
Waning empire keeps waning, the ministers' hearings read as Brexit, and movies about washed-up middle-aged men are on trend for 2019; the cast has not a single error, and the Deakins photography would be cutting-edge if released today.
Casting a prestige director for a franchise has aged well: Mendes had just bricked with Away We Go after American Beauty, Road to Perdition, Jarhead and Revolutionary Road and retreated to theater, with the New Yorker covering him and Jez Butterworth; the Bond films had been a schlocky volume play that needed re-engineering into an event, and the move leads to Ryan Coogler doing Creed and Black Panther.
Tarantino was long rumored for a Bond film, Danny Boyle left the most recent one, and Nolan would be bank-breaking but only makes Warner Brothers movies; Mendes openly lifted the Dark Knight aesthetic, and Nolan's films are themselves a commentary on Bond, with the orphan avenging sins in common.
Costumes have aged well: Ben Whishaw's climactic Dries sweater and museum parka, the cut of Craig's suits, Moneypenny's business casual, the barber jackets (as transcribed), the final Skyfall look with boots, and the wool-looking training tracksuit with low-top Adidas that only Craig could wear; everyone's sweatpants should fit like that rather than like the Ad Astra moon base.
Albert Finney's last film performance has aged well: a perfect role for an actor of his age as a father figure to old Scotland, old England and Shakespearean movie acting.
The song has the highest approval rating and is chosen; an Oscar winner.
