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RANKED – Daniel Craig Bond Films

The seventh actor to play the iconic 007, Daniel Craig has cemented himself as one of the greatest over the course of 5 films. Borne of a post-Bourne era of action films, Craig’s contributions to the franchise feel completely different from what has come before; less focused on the gadgetry and gaudy cars and more so on no-holds-barred action and a deconstruction of what makes James Bond tick as a person, rather than the mythical, infallible spy of decades prior. With his final turn as the super spy No Time to Die hitting cinemas, we’ve assembled the definitive ranking of Craig’s Bond films, as well as a little something about each film’s theme song, arguably as important to the franchise as a shaken, not stirred martini. Let’s get into it.

5. Quantum of Solace (2008)

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Quantum of Solace is a perfect example of why you don’t make a movie without a script. Notoriously rewritten as shooting was underway, Craig’s second outing as 007 is for the most part a confusing mess. Picking up straight after Casino Royale and following Bond as he attempts to unearth the organisation responsible for Vesper’s (Eva Green) death – Quantum – the film struggles to find a story worth telling; constantly referencing Vesper and Bond’s attachment to her but never furthering that exploration of character.

There’s a vaguely investing storyline involving Olga Kurylenko’s Camille exacting revenge on a corrupt colonel that wronged her family and the film sets the board effectively for Quantum to eventually morph into the iconic Bond organisation Spectre, but nothing that invests you in Craig’s portrayal of Bond any more than the phenomenal groundwork laid by Casino Royale. Still that opening fifteen minutes is something else; a visceral, pulse-pounding spectacle that the film never manages to top.

Theme Song: Another Way to Die – Jack White and Alicia Keys is a pairing almost as confusing as the film’s script, but somehow the warring sounds of White’s grungy guitar and Key’s silky piano come together to form a theme song that is incredibly rousing and energetic, even if it isn’t the most memorable.

4. Spectre (2015)

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Sam Mendes’ second Bond outing, Spectre marked a shift in the Craig films, embracing the franchises storied history where it had previously been largely ignored in favour of a gritty realism. That meant more gadgets, a more cocksure, smarmier Bond than ever and the introduction of Christoph Waltz’ Blofeld, leader of Spectre. When it works it works well, but more often than not Spectre crumbles under the weight of everything it is trying to accomplish, unsure of the tone it is trying to establish and resulting in the rare Bond film that feels strangely anaemic and bereft of excitement, even during huge set-pieces.

The way Mendes ties Spectre into Bond’s history – all 3 previous film’s villains were on his payroll – is interesting and certainly adds instant weight to the threat of Blofeld, but doesn’t do much to change the fact that Bond is still carving his way through an endless supply of henchmen, none of whom feel particularly more dangerous thanks to the Spectre moniker. The exception here is Dave Bautista’s Hinx; a physically imposing mountain of a man that is easily the best right-hand man of any of Craig era villain and who makes for some downright brutal hand-to-hand fight scenes.

Theme: Writing’s on the Wall – The sweeping orchestral hook in Sam Smith’s Bond contribution is incredible, rightly forming a major backbone of the rest of the film’s score. The rest of the song is an appropriately smokey, hazy trip through elements of Bond’s character that hint at the spectre (see what I did there?) of death looming large in the form of Blofeld.

3. No Time to Die (2021)

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Craig’s final outing as Bond might not send him out on as high a note as he deserves but it is nonetheless a thrilling, emotionally compelling ending to James’ story. After a failed attempt on his life leaves James questioning the loyalty of lover Madeleine Swann (Léa Seydoux), he retreats from the world for 5 years, only reentering for a chance at eradicate Spectre once and for all. The pivot from Spectre – the be all and end all of Bond foes and throughout Spectre very much built up as the end of the road – to an underwhelming new villain, Rami Malek’s Safin, doesn’t exactly feel organic, but given the (at one time) finality of Spectre, you can’t give director Cary Joji Fukunaga too much trouble for the attempt.

Other than that and a few hiccups in the humour department, everything else about the film is peak Bond. Chunky, hard-hitting fist fights bring the action back to the intimate level of Casino Royale and the relationship between Swann and Bond gives the film an unexpectedly emotional core; one that allows Fukunaga to reflect on the character of Bond and just how much he has changed from machismo cliché to a flawed, fully formed person craving an exit from his life of loneliness under Craig’s guidance.

Theme: No Time to Die – Like Adele before her, Billie Eilish’s skyrocketing career perfectly intersected with Bond, and her talents are put to good use here with an ominous, sombre piece that feels appropriate to wind down Craig’s tenure as 007. Like the film, it isn’t the best song to come out of Craig’s run but it is a solid addition to the playlist nevertheless.

2. Skyfall (2012)

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), 2012

Skyfall is neck and neck for the number one spot here, a beautifully shot deconstruction of the character of Bond and the loyalty he holds for his country and M (Judi Dench). After a mission goes awry and Bond is presumed dead, MI6 is thrust into chaos when the identities of all undercover agents are threatened to be leaked by Silva (Javier Bardem), a former agent himself with close ties to M. Forced to reenter the fray, Bond more than meets his match in Silva – a spy of the same vintage from a different time – forcing him to confront his own demons in order to come out on top.

Sam Mendes brings such a rollicking pace to proceedings – beginning with a white-knuckle chase that moves from foot to motorcycle to train – and doesn’t stop until the credits roll; always beautifully shot (the Shanghai fight) and laser focused on Bond in a way that Spectre isn’t, favouring spectacle over how the action affects the character. And that character is a far cry from his youthful, energetic debut. This is a beaten down, ageing Bond that struggles to get back into the swing of things. The charming taste for vodka martini’s has turned into an almost crippling alcohol addiction and the swagger and bravado has turned to world-weariness. This is where Skyfall truly earns its place; in going beyond those surface level Bond tropes and looking at the man beneath, what is important to him and why he does what he does. The result is a touching, breakneck rollercoaster only narrowly beaten out by…

Theme: Skyfall – The undisputed best theme of Craig’s Bond filmography, Skyfall is a throwback to classic Bond songs; a grand, foreboding opus that slowly builds to a catchy, instantly recognisable hook that has yet to be passed since. It says a lot that the song also ranks among Adele’s best, a superstar performer who has an extensive body of fantastic work behind her.

1. Casino Royale (2006)

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It’s hard to imagine a time when Daniel Craig wasn’t universally praised as 007, but back in 2006 he was anything but the favourite choice to take on the role. That might be that little extra push that nudges Casino Royale past Skyfall into the number one position: how massively it overcomes the hurdle of audience expectations. Within minutes you’re sucked into this grounded, post-Bourne retelling of Bond’s rise to 00 status. Gone are the shiny trinkets and cheesy ice cap melting plots of Pierce Brosnan’s heyday, replaced with brutal bare-knuckle brawls and a not confident, but cocky Bond, eager to prove himself and earn respect. It’s a refreshing lens through which to view a cinematic hero as storied as Bond, especially the fresh take on his romantic relationship with Vesper Lynd (Eva Green), the result of which inches him that little bit further towards becoming the James Bond we know.

Chronicling his first mission with the infamous licence to kill, freshly instated 007 finds himself hot on the trail of Le Chiffre (Mads Mikkelsen) – a financier for terrorist cells around the world – leading him to a high-stakes poker game in Montenegro, where Bond must keep his wits sharp if he is to survive the game and its deadly outcome. Mikkelsen’s Le Chiffre is the series’ best villain, a conniving, unscrupulous weasel of a man who plays the part of arch-villain well, but is really on the hook to those more frightening men financing his lifestyle. A Bond villain doesn’t get more menacing than a man who cries blood, yet Le Chiffre isn’t defined by this scary idiosyncrasy; a snivelling, scared man who has bitten off more than he can chew but must act the part if he hopes to survive his predicament.

The action similarly feels layered, only there where it furthers the story of Bond. Luckily for audiences, Bond is a particularly violent man and that means the action flows steadily throughout; a flurry of close-quarters encounters that Bond scrapes through by the skin of his teeth more often than not. That inexperience creates for some fascinating interactions between Bond and series staples like M (Judi Dench); unusually terse and tense scoldings that perfectly stage the adoptive mother-son relationship so brilliantly built upon in Skyfall. The poker scenes drip with tension; full of long, drawn out shots that have the audience looking for tells in the same way as Bond, before director Martin Campbell whips us away to a brutal staircase fight-scene and back to the table; exhausted and overstimulated in the same way as Bond. This is all after Campbell and Craig had silenced the doubters with the most thrilling action sequence of all 25 films: a frantic scramble through construction yards and up cranes that firmly established Daniel Craig as a new kind of Bond. James Bond.

Theme: You Know My Name – What better way to signal a shift in direction for the franchise than with the deafening guitar riffs from Soundgarden and Audioslave frontman Chris Cornell. The veteran rocker goes all out, with a soaring orchestral support backing up an already exhilarating hook. The perfect introduction musically to a totally different kind of Bond.

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No Time to Die

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), 2021

It’s hard to hear the name James Bond and not think of Daniel Craig at this point. The longest serving Bond at 15 years in the role, Craig’s entrance into the role ushered in a new era of gritty, post-Bourne action; less focused on gadgets and more focused on beating his target into submission. What really set his 007 apart from the rest was Craig’s willingness to play with the machismo of the role, creating a Bond that felt familiar in the ways he needed to while adding a vulnerability and emotional rawness that previous iterations of the character lacked. Bloated and convoluted at times, No Time to Die is nevertheless a worthy send-off to Craig’s Bond; a visceral, action filled romp that, despite a lacklustre villain, strikes a perfect balance between Bond old and new.

Following his capture of Blofeld (Christoph Waltz), Bond (Craig) has now left MI6 to start a life with psychiatrist Madeleine Swann (Léa Seydoux). When their travels lead them to Italy and an ambush laid by Spectre, Bond suspects Swann of a double cross, abandoning her and seeking out a life of isolation in Jamaica. After five years of this simple life, Bond is thrust back into the swing of things with the arrival of CIA operative and longtime friend Felix (Jeffrey Wright), who offers him a chance to take down Spectre once and for all. When things inevitably go awry, Bond and new 007 Nomi (Lashana Lynch) – along with usual allies Q (Ben Whishaw), M (Ralph Fiennes) and Moneypenny (Naomie Harris) – find themselves embroiled in the plot of a new villain; one with a particular link to Bond and Madeleine’s pasts: Lyutsifer Safin (Rami Malek).

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Where the previous film Spectre struggled to maintain a serious tone while introducing classic Bond elements – the gadgets, the smarminess – into the grounded world of Craig, new director Cary Joji Fukunaga has better luck, albeit not without its problems. It is well known now that wunderkind writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge (of Fleabag fame) was brought in late in production to punch up series scribes Neal Purvis and Robert Wade’s (along with Fukunaga) script. While we can’t be sure what her contributions were specifically, there is a good amount of humour here that feels tonally jarring compared to previous entries, particularly in regards to David Dencik’s Russian scientist, who plays like every bad joke from a Marvel film roles into one character.

For the most part however, this humour works well to emphasise the “fish out of water” scenario Bond now finds himself in. Five years removed from his time in MI6, things have continued to move forward, even if he hasn’t, and nowhere is this more evident in the brilliant back and forth pissing match between Bond and newly instated 007 Nomi. Lashana Lynch is great as the sneering new 007 who does things by the books, ripping into James about his infamous charm with women and constant consumption of alcohol, but also delivering when it comes to the action; a legitimately strong candidate for Craig’s replacement should the series go that route. Ana de Armas also shines as Paloma, a CIA operative assisting Bond over the course of a mission. Despite only being present for one scene, she absolutely steals every frame; a wide-eyed, fresh-faced newbie who is more than capable of holding her own in an electric fight scene.

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If Spectre was Sam Mendes pushing the franchise into bigger and bigger set-pieces, then No Time to Die is Fukunaga bringing it back to the basics that began with Casino Royale in 2006. That means a lot more close-quarters, bone-crunchingly violent fight scenes that shake the camera with the impact of each punch. Every fight feels life-or-death in stakes, and despite Bond’s pedigree as the action hero to end all action heroes, Fukunaga dials the intensity up so high that you forget this and become completely enthralled in the chaos unfolding, always on edge that one stray bullet or punch could bring Craig’s tenure as Bond to an abrupt end. When the action does stray into larger spectacle, the camera is always focused on Bond and his positioning within it and these sequences always serve to further the story rather than existing to justify blockbuster status.

In a film this massive (clocking in at close to a whopping 3 hours) there are bound to be weak links and unfortunately for No Time to Die that comes in the form of Rami Malek’s villain Safin. Fukunaga is given the unenviable task of wrapping up five film’s worth of story and in doing so finds little time to focus on the character of Safin; a facially scarred, creepy man with a shared history with a particular interest in Madeleine Swann and a clichéd plan for world domination. Malek gets by on his trademark blank stares and an uncomfortably softly spoken voice but lacks the quiet fury of Javier Bardem’s Silva or the cunning of Mads Mikkelsen’s Le Chiffre from previous films.

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Thankfully Craig more than makes up for any of the film’s shortcomings in his final outing. After the notoriously difficult shoot of Spectre, he seems rejuvenated here, relishing the chance to flesh out Bond as a human rather than through his violent work. He comes to the action scenes with the intensity you would expect but it is the more humorous elements this time around that go a long way toward showing Bond’s development over the years. After all that time as the self-serious, suave spy he is finally softening into a man that wants more from his life and who is ready to tackle that with Madeleine.

No Time to Die is an appropriately epic end to Daniel Craig’s tenure as 007; a sprawling, globe-trotting adventure with the intense action and debonair charm that you would come to expect, but with a surprisingly emotional, reflective centre that wraps things up for Craig in a cathartic, impactful way. Rami Malek might get short-changed in his role as the villainous Safin and some narrative bloat slows things down at times but the good far outweighs the bad; not even to mention the terrifically moody theme song from Billie Eilish. A bittersweet end to a fantastic run as Bond, it’s understandably hard to swallow the fact that there will be no more time spent watching Craig cheat death as the super-spy.

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM), 2021

No Time to Die stars Daniel Craig, Rami Malek, Léa Seydoux, Lashana Lynch, Ana de Armas, Ben Whishaw, Naomie Harris, Christoph Waltz, Jeffrey Wright, Rory Kinnear, Billy Magnussen, David Dencik, Dali Benssalah & Ralph Fiennes – In cinemas now.

Rating: 8.5 out of 10.

8.5/10

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The Little Things

Warner Bros, 2021

Three academy award winning actors in a prestige crime drama directed by the man behind The Blind Side and Saving Mr Banks should be one of the best films of the year. Especially when one of those actors is the great Denzel Washington, one of the finest working in Hollywood today. Yet John Lee Hancock’s meandering serial killer investigation The Little Things never hits the potential afforded to it by its cast (Rami Malek and Jared Leto round out the key trio), stumbling through the glacially-paced case without any sense of urgency; its intriguing central mystery constantly overshadowed by the uninteresting, boring inter-personal problems of the police uncovering it. The calibre of talent keep you on-board even throughout the most sleep-inducing stretches, but not even Washington can redeem the unfulfilling ending, which relies on shock value to mask unfinished story threads.

The film immediately evokes comparisons to David Fincher’s Se7en – perhaps the greatest serial killer film of all time – through its central relationship between grizzled veteran cop Joe Deacon (Washington) and rising star detective Jim Baxter (Malek), who has taken over Joe’s position in his old LA precinct. Assigned by his commanding officer to retrieve key evidence from his old digs, Deacon is swept up in Baxter’s investigation into a recent string of murders of young women, all of whom have had been mutilated in ways similar to a case from Deacon’s past, the result of which remains a mystery. Unlike Se7en however – where the relationship was built on an uneasy alliance of respect, self-preservation and a morbid obsession with the case – Deacon and Baxter’s relationship is much less fleshed out, based on pure happenstance and luck. The initial hostility between the pair paints an interesting picture of a tenuous partnership; an alliance borne out of necessity, before quickly dissolving into a friendship that stems from nothing other than a vague, unearned sense of respect for the man Baxter replaced, enforced by the older cops around the station. The pair never really bond in a meaningful way other than brief conversations about the case and snide, macho jabs at one another, and when later events threaten to shake that bond, you are forced to question just how strong it can be when the pair have only been working together for a single day.

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That leads to The Little Things’ biggest problem: the characterisation of its leads in a film that truly believes its characters are more interesting than the plot. Denzel does what he can, with a lot of long stares and pained looks giving you insight into the demons that haunt him; the lingering psychological effects of the case that seemingly cost him his former life. It seems at times that he is on autopilot, rolling out the same old mannerisms and line deliveries that made him a star. Obviously that is still amazing when you’re a man of Washington’s talent but it would have been nice to see him bring more vulnerability and genuine fear to the role, rather than a clichéd world-weariness and somewhat dubious lust for revenge that doesn’t gel with his otherwise laidback demeanour. Rami Malek’s performance, on the other hand, is excruciatingly stiff and unemotional, to the point where you are unsure whether it is a red herring to insinuate that he could in fact be the killer or if his acting is just bad (Spoiler Alert: it’s the latter). When the script calls for big flashy emotional moments from him they don’t land at all, feeling hollow and contrived rather than from a genuine understanding of the role. That poor performance is compounded when the weight of the film’s emotional impact shifts onto Baxter, highlighting an already boring performance as a glaring problem that robs the film of much of its impact.

Thankfully Jared Leto’s brilliantly creepy Albert Sparma provides some intrigue. Leto is phenomenal as the wannabe crime buff who seems by all accounts to be the prime suspect if for nothing else than his bizarre willingness to be held responsible for the crimes, with nothing firmly tying him to any of the murders. Channelling that manic energy from Suicide Squad – more weird on-set shenanigans than his turn as the Joker – Sparma is a cold and unwelcoming presence, acutely aware that he is being pursued by Deacon and Baxter and relishing every second of it, playing mind-games on the two detectives and frustrating the living hell out of them. The interactions between Sparma, Deacon and Baxter are the most compelling moments of the film, finally supplying some progress to the case that never feels like it is ever going anywhere with rising tensions and emotions threatening to bubble over as the long nights begin to take their toll on the detectives. However for a film with such an interesting killer at its centre, The Little Things never truly seems concerned with exploring the crime itself. Sure Deacon and Baxter are investigating it and Sparma inserts himself in the process but there is always a sense that Baxter is more concerned with his career and that Joe is only concerned with revenge. These two thinly drawn individuals just aren’t compelling enough together to justify the inconclusiveness the finale leaves you with. The audience simply doesn’t care enough about them for Hancock to forego a conclusion to the case in favour of making a moral stand. For majority of the film, Baxter and Deacon’s dialogue consists of clichéd drivel – back and forth about who owes who breakfast – instead of meaningful development that makes them feel like anything other than cookie cutter cop stereotypes.

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Unlike its name, The Little Things is a big disappointment, with a talented director and his team of terrific actors unable to make the most of a concept that could have been a riveting companion piece to Se7en. Instead what we’re given is a stale, tiresome investigation into a genuinely compelling case that places next to no focus on the actual murders, choosing to waste its time on conventional characters who just aren’t interesting. For his part, Leto adds a genuinely creepy presence that lifts you out of the doldrums but it is too little too late to save Washington and Malek’s stereotypical detectives from their bland fate. A lazy Sunday afternoon watch perhaps or just a skip altogether – you won’t miss much if you don’t sweat the little things.

Warner Bros, 2021

The Little Things stars Denzel Washington, Rami Malek, Chris Bauer, Natalie Morales & Jared Leto – In Australian cinemas February 18th and in US cinemas and streaming for a limited time on HBO Max now.