Daniel Craig’s Bond Earns His Wings in No Time to Die

Photo by Nicola Dove for MGM

The perilous path that was started in Casino Royale has brought us to Daniel Craig’s swan song with No Time to Die. Standing here at his run’s conclusion after 15 years, we bear witness to what has become one of the most complete and fulfilling multi-film character arcs in the history of cinema. How did writers Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, and a rotating team of screenplay polishers over the years pull off this paradigm shift across five films, from episodic to epic?

Pushing new discipline, they realigned their creative engine to strip the rote and antiquated character’s foundation back down to its very studs. Progressive change was needed for a new era of geopolitical influences and a new leading man who favored toughness over suaveness. Cinematic dalliances that burned hot, moved with excitement, and extinguished themselves quickly were given depth that was previously rare or entirely dismissed.

No Time to Die, the 25th Bond film, is the culmination of this vital re-commitment. After the events of Spectre, James Bond has essentially retired from active MI6 duty, giving up everything to run away with Madeleine Swann (Lea Séydoux) as they spend a holiday in Matera, Italy. Both are hopelessly outrunning their dark and damaged pasts where Bond is quick to question how effective that is going to be while Madeleine constantly looks over her shoulder. The future matters, as long as the past is settled.

Bond talks to an apprehensive Madeleine.
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Burning secrets, literally and figuratively, turns out to not be enough for these lovebirds. Billie Eilish’s knockout title song separates them and fast-forwards the story five hard years. SPECTRE’s operations linger even with the imprisoned Ernst Stavro Blofeld (Oscar winner Christoph Waltz) only to be gradually absorbed and eliminated by a new threat named Lyutsifer Safin (Oscar winner Rami Malek), who’s tied to Madeleine’s origins. 

Safin has daringly confiscated a weaponized DNA-targeting nanobot virus that was part of a clandestine project overseen by MI6’s leader M (a returning Ralph Fiennes) and intends to release it over the whole planet. The international hot water has thrust a myriad of spooks from England (Ben Whishaw’s Q, Naomie Harris’s Moneypenny, and the new 007 Nomi played by Lashana Lynch) and America (Jeffrey Wright’s Felix Leiter, Billy Magnusson’s Logan Ash, and Ana de Armas’s Paloma) alike to neutralize this global threat. Even with the world on the brink, the linchpins in the middle are the unresolved conflicts and ties between Bond and Swann. 

Nomi and James observe data on a computer.
Photo by Nicola Dove for MGM

It’s downright ballsy to aim at all of the levels of maturation these new films have accomplished for a stone cold killer and anti-hero. Daniel Craig and company have made Bond into a lover AND a fighter. Craig’s incarnation of James Bond is a fighter who’s been given more for his country than his employed risks: intimate human relationships are his true sacrifices. Evolving from Eva Green’s Vesper Lynd to Séydoux’s Madeleine, the cultivated roots and familial feels replace the old horny drive for conquests that used to smear this series. Simply put, love has been given more value than sex, and the investment has succeeded. 

Boy, it would be easy to look at Daniel Craig, who was 50 when he shot this finale, and be very tempted to label him “long in the tooth.” Daniel’s ever-multiplying chiseled facial lines mark his strong resolve and weary age. However, his dedicated dramatic performance between the punches and pistols is what has made this larger character investment triumphant. Nevertheless, give his stunt double Jean-Charles Rousseau oodles of credit for making the actor look good through the hurdles of stunts supervised by Spectre’s promoted fight choreographer Olivier Schneider and the special effects from Inception Oscar winner Chris Corbould.

James Bond points his pistol at an adversary.
Photo by Nicola Dove for MGM

Over the course of each film’s interconnected passage of time and hard experiences, invincibility gave way to vulnerability to remold the American Film Institute’s #3 hero of all-time. James Bond actually loses his fair share of scuffles and affairs. Missions fail. Carefree errors lead to life-altering consequences. Ramifications linger and last longer than a sipped cocktail or double entendre. Best of all, none of the event-level spectacle was lost along the way. If anything, the action emphasizes the personal stakes.

Director Cary Joji Fukunaga employed Oscar-winning La La Land cinematographer Linus Sandgren to bend and capture the action from all directions. Following the last two Bond cinematographers, the illustrious Roger Deakins and Hoyte van Hoytema, Sandgren has the savvy to glide through both the wide vista specialties and the close quarters suspense, and it certainly shows on the largest scale he’s ever shot.

James and Paloma smile leaning against a bar.
Photo by Nicola Dove for MGM

There is a multi-faceted extended set of action sequences set in Cuba, highlighted by a black tie escape featuring Ana de Armas that really shows off the full strength of what these modern Bond movies have become when it comes to dexterity and style. Add in extra brawn provided by the grand composer Hans Zimmer (what a get, by the way) playing in the Bond movie sandbox for the first time in his distinguished career, and the big screen power is all there within the many lush filming locations and ornate sets designed by Mark Tildesley (The Phantom Thread). 

With great amazement, Purvis and Wade were the conductors who let the James Bond franchise bloat to the gaudy saturation points that were The World is Not Enough and Die Another Day. Clocking in at robust 163 minutes, this promised climax, made with additional writing this time from director Cary Joji Fukunaga (Beasts of No Nation) and triple Emmy winner Phoebe Waller-Bridge (Fleabag), veers a bit near those former excesses. Between a few extended sidebars here and a few repetitive establishing shot tendencies there, there were several places where some honing from Fukunaga could have reduced some lag and accelerated the payoffs. 

Safin glares at his adversary.
Photo by Nicola Dove for MGM

At the same time there is narrative thickness, a corresponding thinness occurs as well. Though well-cast, Rami Malek’s meager villain has an alluring mystique but hangs in the shadows far too long and far too quietly for a film this size. Business may pick up a tick or two when he and his plan come out of their evil chrysalis, but the slow-played motivations are vague and frail for what is supposed be the apex of all menace.

That said, the extra minutes spent here in No Time to Die create no regrets. If anything, many will want even more as Louis Armstrong’s “We Have All the Time in the World” plays during the closing credits as an inspired and classy callback to history and old romantic themes. It’s their time to use as they see fit. Daniel Craig has earned this culmination, one that challenges the film’s very title. 

Written by Don Shanahan

DON SHANAHAN is a Chicago-based Rotten Tomatoes-approved film critic writing here on Film Obsessive as the Editor-in-Chief and Content Supervisor for the film department. He also writes for his own website, Every Movie Has a Lesson. Don is one of the hosts of the Cinephile Hissy Fit Podcast on the Ruminations Radio Network and sponsored by Film Obsessive. As a school teacher by day, Don writes his movie reviews with life lessons in mind, from the serious to the farcical. He is a proud director and one of the founders of the Chicago Indie Critics and a voting member of the nationally-recognized Critics Choice Association, Online Film Critics Society, North American Film Critics Association, International Film Society Critics Association, Internet Film Critics Society, Online Film and TV Association, and the Celebrity Movie Awards.

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