I felt sort
of sorry for The Living Daylights. It’s
pretty clear the movie was trying its hardest to hold my attention, but between
all the defections, side-switching, faked assassinations and explosions, there
was no way I stood a chance at following the plot. By the end of the movie, it
seemed like every little action would set off an explosion. I have a feeling the
producers and director had the idea that real men like violence and explosions,
which is too bad for people like me who only like a healthy dose of explosions
now and again.
I was also
pretty confused at the entire purpose of why Bond and his lady friend were in
Afghanistan to begin with. I understand they were on a Russian base and one of
the countless and confusing Russian men was exploiting the profits from the
opium trade, but it could have taken place in Russia or Austria. I didn’t think
there was a need to go globetrotting for the sake of just traveling. It’s
almost like Bond was trying to show how savvy he was no matter which country he’s
in.
While I
actually admired the fact that Bond was able to stick with one woman for the
entire film (shocker, I know), she was still lacking just a bit in the
intelligence department. When she was driving the airplane at the end when Bond
went to go disarm one of the bombs in the back but ended up locked in a battle
with Necros, the one explicit instruction Bond gave her was to steer the plane
and not touch anything. What was the first thing she did when she was alone?
Start pushing levers and buttons. Even after everything is said and done, she
almost crashes the plane into some rather visible mountains. Instead of doing
what a normal person would do, she screams and covers her eyes. Last time I
checked, that wasn’t the correct way to drive an airplane.
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