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| Movies,
Graham Bower,
20 January 1999 |
Rating: F3
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They've played it every-which-way. They've played it for laughs; they've played it politically correct; they've played it insipid and boring. But with the latest film in the franchise, and with Austin Powers muscling in, Bond turns over a new leaf, and plays it post-modern and camp.
Bond script writers have always had a taste for inuendo and double-entendre. Who can forget the voluptuous Pussy Galore? But in TWINE, they throw all idea's of taste aside, and celebrate Bond for what he really is - a man of the seventies. A hairy (and we're talking hearthrug on his chest!) unfaithful, mysogynistic pig with a heart. He's charged with as much testoserone as a Denim aftershave commercial. And there's nothing he can't do - the laws of physics bend to accomodate his heart stopping action scene antics.
But what of Bond's babes? Those curvacious love-kittens that decorate the high-tech, gadget infested sets. We have two ladies to take on Mr Bond in this outing - Sophie Marceau and Denise Richards. One is sophisticated, glamorous (evil) and sexy. The other is some dumb bint from daytime TV - go figure.
Sad to see Q make his exit - but tragic to see the terribly mis-cast John Cleese take over the next letter of the alphabet. His humour is blunt and tired.
Overall it's more of the same, but it's fun. If you're pushed for time, leave after the first ten minutes - you won't be missing much.
UK rating:
12
US rating:
PG
Michael Apted1999, US
Pierce Brosnan, Sophie Marceau, Robert Carlyle, Denise Richards and Serena Scott
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