Starring Pierce Brosnan, Sophie Marceau, Robert Carlyle and Denise Richards, Rated PG-13 for violence and sexuality, 121 minutes
It`s during the opening action sequence in `The World is Not Enough` that you notice something is sour within the Bond franchise. Bond speeds down the Thames river in pursuit of a sexy sniper, hot on her hot tail in his latest toy: a speedboat outfitted with the latest gadgetry and gun power. We know it`s loaded with the goods, and we`re waiting for him to fire them off systematically. But this time, Bond just drives. The excitement of the chase is replaced with an anxious waiting. In the end, he launches a torpedo or two. But after waiting in anticipation for something spectacular, the scene feels more like a stalemate. It`s a fitting opening sequence for a Bond installment that continually falls short.
Brosnan is back as 007 in his third outing as James Bond. He`s got the rugged style and the right delivery to wear the shell of the super spy effectively, but in `World,` Brosnan appears tired, as if even he knows this mission is a dud. It`s hard to understand his motivation, in fact the only scenes he looks comfortable in are those involving a woman and a bed. Brosnan has lost the guile that made him in his first two outings the most appealing Bond since Sean Connery.
`The World is Not Enough` takes James on a mission to stop a Russian terrorist named Renard, played by Robert Carlyle, from monopolizing the oil market. Renard uses bloodshed as his negotiator, acting as a kamikaze man of war before a bullet left in his brain finally kills him off. In the mean time, Renard has the gift of painlessness–the bullet has knocked out his nervous system. It`s a great idea for a Bond villain. But the poorly written script never fleshes out Renard`s intentions; it doesn`t even allow his unique traits to be exploited.
Each character in this nineteenth installment is underdeveloped. It plays like a rough draft on film and the transitions and action sequences are increasingly contrived. The direction doesn`t help. Michael Apted executes the most choppy Bond film to date. Nothing flows correctly and the action is filmed in angles that confuse instead of excite. This isn`t a good thing in a film series that relies on momentum.
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And then we have Dr. Christmas Jones, played by Denise Richards, in a role that will go down as the Jar Jar Binks of the Bond franchise. Her lines are so poor and poorly executed, she actually earns more laughs than Bond`s little quips. Sorry, we`re laughing at you, not with you.
The final shot of the film displays the message, “James Bond will return again,” as if to say to the Bond faithful “just overlook this attempt, we`ll get it right next time.” To do so, this franchise has got to find a fresh angle. Or James will find his death to be slow, and painful.
Grade: C –
–Ian Ebright