A battle-weary Bond takes on the creepiest villain in the history of the 007 franchise in Daniel Craig's third turn as the sexy secret agent.
Daniel Craig had a lot of doubters before the release of
Casino Royale in 2006. He was too coarse, too brutish, too unconventional. A pair of assassinations and one completely destroyed men's room later - the first slaying vintage-spy slick, and the second, sloppy and viscous - and the new gruff Bond had converted 007 devotees to his cause. This wasn't your grandpa's cheeky secret agent, winking his way through shaken Martinis and karate chopping cardboard villains with hammy aplomb - as so immortally parodied by
Mike Myers in the category killing
Austin Powers franchise. This was a Bond for our more cynical times: lean on the goofy gadgets and played straight by a robust gym rat in Daniel Craig who has the physicality to both blitz through parkour urban chase sequences and go hand-to-hand in brutal fight scenes that have a genuine violence. Yet, 2008's saggy sequel,
Quantum of Solace, left fans cold and the Daniel detractors were out in force again.
Skyfall, though, is the reboot's redeeming third act - a strong enough sequel to solidify the
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