Daniel Craig's four 007s have ruined audience friends for nearly two decades.
The advantages of this session of 007 are agility, strong muscles and bones, but shaken will and emotional collapse. The actors, directors and screenwriters conspired to dwarf a suave "royal spy" and "high-class elite" into a disintegrated KGB agent, act as a gangster, and act as a weak chicken who gets himself drunk after finishing mechanical labor during the day. The supporting role and even the villain's image gradually rises with the decline of the protagonist. It is completely devoid of the spirit of the elders in the day and the romantic sowing at night.
Some professional film critics in the Chinese world say that Daniel Craig’s 007 is rich in emotion and more humane. They also regard it as a bright spot, completely disregarding 007’s preset sub-users who love to watch are ruthless, and what they love to watch is fresh. Shameless, what I love to watch is that the age without political correctness is permeated with the willful and stale taste of Cold War thinking, what I love to watch is that time has not moved forward and has not happened today. Starting from "Casino Royale", 007 has claimed to pay tribute to the classic retrospective feelings. Some professional film critics in the Chinese world will post film reviews with many pictures and few words, and will summarize the main 007 on the external network to which 007. Tribute to display one by one. However, no matter how many eggs he buried, he paid tribute to the empty shell. The spirit of 007 was packaged and thrown away as junk. Probably to cater to the imaginary young audience, this session of 007 has made superfluous steps again and again, using the technique of adding more water and more noodles, and successfully simmering decades of cultural heritage into a pot of noodle soup. There are so many tricks and tricks, but without the original intention, I forgot what 007 should be.
What is 007? 007 is the cold war. When the Soviet Union was in the Soviet Union, 007 used to change the angle of the ball infinitely. After the Soviet Union was gone, 007 changed its posture in the Soviet Union’s grave. On the surface, it seems that 007 is fighting an extreme violent terrorist organization-the Devil's Party with a bit of Nazi legacy. In fact, every episode is grasping the pulse of the times and rubbing the hot spots in the Black East camp. In Sean Connery, you can see the nuclear base of Red China in a fascinating view, and in Roger Moore you can clearly see the big rockets of the US-Soviet space competition. When the Soviet Union was in the quagmire of the war in Afghanistan, Timothy Dalton's 007 was the vanguard to add trouble. The Soviet Union is gone and dead. Pierce Brosnan’s 007 can finally happily drive a T-55 disguised as a T-80, rampage on the streets of Moscow, fulfilling the long-cherished wishes of the princes of the past, and it is almost to the tomb of Lenin. It was a hit. What did this villain do? With the title of feelings of the Devil Party, it monopolizes water resources in Bolivia.
007 has no emotions, and 007 shouldn't have any emotions. Unlike the embarrassed and panicked version of Daniel Craig's version, 007 should have sufficient plans, calm and calm. Rather than saying that 007 is an individual, it is better to say that he is a tool man of the British and American intelligence systems. His consumption goes to the financial budget, and the state pays for the losses caused. His food and clothing costs are all the dress code of the workplace. Shake well without stirring. He is an incredible extension of the will of the country. Whether it is operating huge technological weapons during the day or operating huge self-contained weapons at night, what he sprays should be the feelings of the old white man of British and American imperialism.
Too many fetters he will become Ethan Hunter, too many doubts he will become Jason Bourne, and he will become a taxi courier run by Frank Martin all the way. Too much seasoning, instead of losing his standard, Daniel Craig's several 007s are so hard that he can only become a British royal civil servant, James Bond, who drives a national publicly funded sports car to meet the needs of private girls. Of course, the actor, director, and screenwriter can't bear this culprit, because the stage has changed: the world is no longer that world, and Britain has long been not that Britain.
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