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REVIEWS IN BRIEF<br />
equivalently grandiose status.<br />
Yet even before the opening credits<br />
are cued up , one senses that Mendes and<br />
producers Michael G. Wilson and Barbara<br />
Broccoli have, somewhat paradoxically,<br />
set out to surprise by resetting the status<br />
quo — albeit with a few administrative<br />
complications, after the death of Judi<br />
Dench’s M at the climax of “Skyfall.” The<br />
indefatigable agent’s solution, and in turn<br />
the film’s, is to get stoically back to work<br />
almost as if nothing had happened, and<br />
let the baggage emerge where it may. And<br />
while Daniel Craig’s reputation as the<br />
series’ sternest Bond stands intact when<br />
the ride — rumored to be his last — is<br />
over, his half-smile count is higher than<br />
usual. A handful of wily quips point to<br />
the addition of rough-and-tumble Brit<br />
playwright Jez Butterworth to the sturdy<br />
“Skyfall” writing team of John Logan,<br />
Neal Purvis and Robert Wade.<br />
The tone is set by an enthrallingly<br />
ludicrous and expensively extraneous<br />
opening sequence, set in Mexico City on<br />
the Day of the Dead, that ranks among<br />
the great 007 intros. Weaving through<br />
the jubilant masses, Hoyte van Hoytema’s<br />
dust-veiled camera alights on Bond in<br />
masked skeleton costume, luring a local<br />
bombshell ( Stephanie Sigman) back to his<br />
hotel room before the quickest of quick<br />
changes finds him suited, booted and<br />
planting a hit on venal Italian mafioso<br />
Sciarra (Alessandro Cremona) from the<br />
rooftop. Cue explosions, architectural<br />
carnage and vertigo-inducing combat in<br />
a helicopter buzzing perilously over the<br />
city’s crowded Zocalo square.<br />
In winning the fistfight, Bond secures<br />
his opponent’s ring, engraved with a<br />
telling insignia. It’s a typically circuitous<br />
outcome in a film that, certainly in its<br />
MacGuffin-stacked opening hour, feels<br />
somewhat underplotted: Large expanses<br />
of “Spectre” play as diverting action<br />
travelogue, as one transitory character in<br />
an exotic locale leads our hero to another,<br />
in pursuit of opponents who don’t get to<br />
bare their teeth until the halfway mark.<br />
Back in London, Bond is grounded<br />
for his unauthorized Mexican hijinks by<br />
Ralph Fiennes’ exasperated replacement<br />
M. The new boss’s crankiness is<br />
forgivable, given other professional<br />
worries on his plate — most of them<br />
involving Brylcreem-slick new MI5 boss<br />
Max Denbigh (a splendid Andrew Scott),<br />
code-named C, who is spearheading<br />
a reorganization that could see the<br />
entire 00 program shut down. Bond<br />
considerately stays out of his hair by<br />
flagrantly disregarding his orders, jetting<br />
off to Rome and promptly seducing<br />
Sciarra’s not-so-grieving widow (an<br />
underused Monica Bellucci). While there,<br />
he also gains access to a secret meeting of<br />
a shady global cooperative, presided over<br />
with lethal authority by the mysterious<br />
Franz Oberhauser (Christoph Waltz).<br />
With the assistance of his authorityflouting<br />
MI6 underlings Moneypenny<br />
(Naomie Harris) and Q (Ben Whishaw),<br />
and via a brief catch-up with “Casino<br />
Royale” and “Quantum of Solace”<br />
antagonist White (Jesper Christensen),<br />
Bond ultimately makes contact in Austria<br />
with Madeleine Swann (Lea Seydoux), a<br />
young doctor who identifies Oberhauser’s<br />
operation as the powerful, terrorisminclined<br />
SPECTRE. That confirms<br />
the title’s promised resurrection of a<br />
collective enemy that has been featured<br />
in six previous 007 romps, though none<br />
since 1971’s “Diamonds Are Forever.”<br />
The unveiling of SPECTRE cues a<br />
modern-day rewrite of classic Bond<br />
mythos, teasing the audience with wry<br />
winks to series-affiliated imagery and<br />
gimmickry dating back to the Sean<br />
Connery era . The film finally hits fifth<br />
gear when Waltz’s louche villain emerges<br />
from the shadows, though he’s not as<br />
eerily vivid or playful a presence as Javier<br />
Bardem’s Silva in “Skyfall.” Like much else<br />
in “Spectre,” Waltz is working to match<br />
comforting series archetypes rather than<br />
transcend them.<br />
Relieved by the script of any impulse<br />
to reinvent, the ensemble appears to<br />
be having a good time — enjoyment<br />
infectious enough to make auds overlook<br />
the relative workaday nature of Bond’s<br />
final quest. (Bond’s working days are<br />
more exciting than most of ours, granted.)<br />
Given notably expanded duties this time<br />
is Whishaw’s Q , who gets to venture<br />
beyond the equipment room with plucky<br />
good humor . With Harris and Fiennes<br />
also settling amiably into their new MI6<br />
positions, the office seems in safe hands<br />
with or without Craig’s anchoring steel.<br />
CREDITS:(U•K•-U•S•) A Sony<br />
Pictures Entertainment<br />
release of an Albert R•<br />
Broccoli’s Eon Prods•<br />
presentation of an<br />
MGM, Columbia Pictures<br />
production. PRODUCED BY<br />
Michael G• Wilson, Barbara<br />
Broccoli. EXECUTIVE<br />
PRODUCERS, Callum<br />
McDougall. CO-PRODUCERS,<br />
Daniel Craig, Andrew Noakes,<br />
David Pope.<br />
DIRECTED BY Sam Mendes.<br />
SCREENPLAY, John Logan,<br />
Neal Purvis, Robert Wade,<br />
Jez Butterworth. CAMERA<br />
(COLOR, WIDESCREEN, 35MM),<br />
Hoyte Van Hoytema; EDITOR,<br />
Lee Smith; MUSIC, Thomas<br />
Newman; PRODUCTION<br />
DESIGNER, Dennis Gassner;<br />
SUPERVISING ART DIRECTOR,<br />
Chris Lowe; SET DECORATOR,<br />
Anna Pinnock; COSTUME<br />
DESIGNER, Jany Temime;<br />
SOUND (DOLBY DIGITAL),<br />
Stuart Wilson; SUPERVISING<br />
SOUND EDITORS, Per<br />
Hallberg, Karen Baker<br />
Landers; RE-RECORDING<br />
MIXERS, Scott Millan, Gregg<br />
Rudloff; VISUAL EFFECTS<br />
SUPERVISOR, Steve Begg;<br />
VISUAL EFFECTS, Industrial<br />
Light & Magic, Double<br />
Negative, MPC, Cinesite,<br />
Peerless, Bluebolt; STUNT<br />
COORDINATOR, Gary Powell;<br />
LINE PRODUCERS, Roberto<br />
Malerba, Wolfgang Ramml,<br />
Zak Alaoui; CASTING, Debbie<br />
McWilliams. REVIEWED AT<br />
Odeon Leicester Square,<br />
London, Oct. 21, 2015. MPAA<br />
RATING: PG-13. RUNNING TIME:<br />
148 MIN.<br />
CAST: Daniel Craig,<br />
Christoph Waltz, Lea<br />
Seydoux, Ralph Fiennes,<br />
Monica Bellucci, Ben<br />
Whishaw, Naomie Harris,<br />
Dave Bautista, Andrew<br />
Scott, Rory Kinnear, Jesper<br />
Christensen, Alessandro<br />
Cremona, Stephanie Sigman<br />
FILM<br />
ROCK THE KASBAH<br />
Mere weeks after the horrific<br />
bombing of an Afghan hospital and<br />
President Obama’s announcement<br />
of extended U.S. military presence<br />
in the region, last weekend might<br />
have been an ideal moment to<br />
release a film that treats the slowmotion<br />
tragedy of Afghanistan’s<br />
recent history as an exotic backdrop<br />
for broad fish-out-of-water comedy.<br />
Then again, there will probably<br />
never be a good time to release a<br />
project as fundamentally misjudged<br />
and disjointed as “Rock the Kasbah.”<br />
Extremely loosely inspired by the<br />
true story of Setara Hussainzada, an<br />
Afghan woman who braved death<br />
threats after appearing on the<br />
country’s version of “American Idol,”<br />
this Bill Murray starrer utterly fails<br />
to connect as a Muslim-world farce,<br />
a cynical skewering of American<br />
foreign policy, or a cuddly ode to<br />
the unifying power of music — and<br />
to the film’s dubious credit, it does<br />
attempt all three.<br />
— Andrew Barker<br />
DIRECTOR: Barry Levinson<br />
CAST: Bill Murray, Arian Moayed, Kate<br />
Hudson, Leem Lubany, Bruce Willis, Scott<br />
Caan, Danny McBride, Zooey Deschanel,<br />
Fahim Fazil<br />
FILM<br />
INDIA’S DAUGHTER<br />
The 2012 gang rape and murder of<br />
Jyoti Singh, a 23-year-old medical<br />
student in Delhi, India, sparked a<br />
massive nationwide outcry against<br />
an entire culture’s systemic abuse<br />
and dehumanization of women.<br />
Delving into the horrific particulars<br />
of that case, “India’s Daughter”<br />
makes for grim, infuriating and<br />
sadly necessary viewing, its despair<br />
tinged with a sliver of hope that the<br />
protesters’ call for gender equality<br />
may yet be reignited. If Leslee<br />
Udwin’s dramatic reconstruction<br />
of events at times veers from<br />
sensitive toward sensationalist, her<br />
unflinching access to the convicted<br />
rapists offers chilling insight into<br />
the minds of men who are taught to<br />
view women with a matter-of-fact<br />
contempt that can escalate all too<br />
easily into lethal aggression.<br />
— Justin Chang<br />
DIRECTOR: Leslee Udwin<br />
FILM<br />
FAMILIES<br />
An old family estate reveals a<br />
fresh family scandal when a<br />
globe trotter decides to revisit<br />
the house where he grew up in<br />
Jean-Paul Rappeneau’s “Families.”<br />
Featuring Mathieu Amalric as a<br />
loosely fictionalized version of the<br />
fastidious “Cyrano de Bergerac”<br />
director, this tony character drama<br />
is Rappeneau’s most personal film<br />
to date — a picture that could easily<br />
be dismissed as a light after-dinner<br />
trifle, but actually proves to be as<br />
rich and layered as a mille-feuille.<br />
The contemporary setting will make<br />
this elegantly crafted romance<br />
trickier to export than much of<br />
Rappeneau’s other work, though<br />
it should be warmly adopted by<br />
fans of Olivier Assayas’ thematically<br />
similar “Summer Hours.”<br />
— Peter Debruge<br />
DIRECTOR: Jean-Paul Rappeneau<br />
CAST: Mathieu Amalric, Marine Vacth,<br />
Gilles Lellouche, Nicole Garcia, Karin<br />
Viard, Guillaume de Tonquedec, Andre<br />
Dussollier, Gemma Chan, Claude Perron,<br />
Jean-Marie Winling, Yves Jacques<br />
FILM / LONDON<br />
DON’T GROW UP<br />
Nursing aspirations to the seamless<br />
mix of likable teen drama and<br />
Carpenter-esque horror achieved<br />
by the superior chiller “It Follows,”<br />
French helmer Thierry Poiraud’s<br />
“Don’t Grow Up” is a well-meaning<br />
coming-of-ager that perpetually<br />
threatens more full-throttle<br />
entertainment than it finally<br />
manages. Flashes of acute genre<br />
instinct leaven this sporadically<br />
atmospheric hybrid, but its<br />
characters are too often bogged<br />
down in unpersuasive angst. In his<br />
first feature without a co-director,<br />
Poiraud demonstrates a genuine<br />
talent for realizing action and horror<br />
elements; if only his tale of kids vs.<br />
grown-ups were prepared to fully<br />
exploit its promising adulthood-asevil<br />
subtext.<br />
— Catherine Bray<br />
DIRECTOR: Thierry Poiraud<br />
CAST: Fergus Riordan, Madeleine Kelly,<br />
Natifa Mai, McKell David, Darren Evans,<br />
Diego Mendez<br />
Full reviews available<br />
on Variety.com<br />
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