Connery and Hamilton are back for the crowd. the roar of cheering undermines their own voice, and visually, it is a textbook James Bond mission.
Hamilton, after a while, is back in the game. A break that propelled into one big fumble in this installment. With very little skin in the game and passion to spiral out a thrilling thriller, Guy Hamilton, the director, who gave us one of the best chapters of James Bond, makes it look like it was a fluke. For, as far as execution is concerned the game of cat and mouse never grasps the momentum that it script demands. Our heartthrob and overly sung hero is definitely panting, but the effects are usually the aftermath, the journey that led him to this lack of energy isn’t projected thoroughly to us.
Resulting in, this bizarre train of event, which makes us feel like, that the makers are overselling the product and the actors, well, overacting. Also, in doing so, the hype that they build up- mind you there is also the pressure of the big banner- is something that exceeds their potential and is also probably why, in these last few chapters, the final act has turned out to be the most disappointing one. Sean Connery revisiting his character seems much more confident this time.
No rocks in the drink and no bullets in the gun, he believes in old testament and the result is adorable; people are digging it. The bond girl syndrome is elevated to a more respected level- well, they are still working on that, it is a slow rickety skate- in a sense that it isn’t there for glamorous event, they have got few cards hidden under those, umm, pockets; on terms of the whole gender equality notion, the franchise collapses from the first chapter itself, it is good that we can laugh about it now(!), for as far quality is concerned it didn’t qualify, not even the first round, so let them say that Diamonds Are Forever.