It was a detour from the formula it normally operates in which was Bond goes to bad guy’s lair, Bond’s cover gets blown, Bond shoots a lot of people and blows a ton of stuff into bits and he escapes by the skin of his teeth (normally he inserts a pun during the getaway). The opening scene done by Martin Campbell was somehow borrowed from the 40’s gangster films with its canted shots and grainy black and white feel. I started to appreciate the rebirth and transformation of this template character. Gradually, I noticed that this Bond film really grew into me.
I was constantly being badgered by friends of mine saying that this was an exceptional Bond film, so I went home and gave it another chance. He always had an escape plan, and he appears to be a step ahead of his megalomaniac counterparts. I grew up seeing James Bond as a man who was smooth and relaxed. In some manner, I perceived it as an outrageous blasphemy to Bond films.
Seeing Daniel Craig for the first time with his short cut hair, his lean muscular body and his ape-like jumping motions were odd to me. I remember the first time I saw Casino Royale.
