Quantum of Solace

If anyone thinking that I am about to say something of the latest (Not anymore) James Bond Movie they are right… and wrong too. I observed something that’s very cruel and goes beyond the sadistic fantasies of enjoying Bond escapades that are the usual benchmarks of his movies.

But first everyone must admit that they really were successful in exerting lasting impression on the world audience by selecting such thought provoking name. It really baffled lots of people as to interpret that in a right way. I understand the meaning to be the amount of small events that work towards consolation for a bigger and deeper wound. But I am not sure again if I am right. But the way I perceived it… that name suits the movie as I tried understanding it in first stroke and… reminisced later thinking about the profound implications.

The truth is… I really started liking Daniel Craig. The weird and misfit blue eyed and blond haired Bond meant to execute covert operations all over the globe with the auspicious of British Intelligence and a license to kill.

He really looks a killer when he kills.

Other Bonds are too savvy not blooding their hands in the process of terminating or eliminating the greater threats to the world not losing their stylistic poise, this one simply kills with a killer instinct. The look he showed when he plunges the knife in juggler vein and then femoral artery and looks around to see if he is being observed is brutal than any murder I possibly witnessed in any other movies where in murders looked like staged murders.

I do not know name the successor to Albert Broccoli… the creator of James Bond. But whoever he is… he suddenly got this idea of reducing Bond from super human to human. Kudos to his gallantry in taking this… probably stupid risk. The first symptom of such thing was observed by me in the movie “Licensed to Kill” (I am again not sure if it was Albert Broccoli creation or his successor who did that). A pure vendetta against a criminal who is not even in the lists of intelligence agencies, just because he mimed his friend. And going against the age old tradition and discipline of MI6 is something as shocking to me as it was for MI6. It really reeled my head and I thought it must be a momentary panic on the part of movie makers to not to come with any concrete story in which geopolitics are involved.

And the second event in which my misting doubts started crystallizing was “Die another day” in which the mighty Bond was bonded in shackles and given subhuman treatment in North Korean military prison for two gruesomely torturous years in which he almost died. Even the prisoner exchange program resulted in to nothing but him being disowned by MI6 and mercilessly booted in to oblivion.

But the very basic element of ego and self esteem within someone who is trained just to reach his objectives by ANY MEANS made him propel himself to cleanup his image not to please others but to make himself cleansed, makes him go after perpetrators.

My goodness… I started feeling good when I realized that my pervading apathy about Bond theatrics are making me go insensitive to those movies and wondering if paying money to watch them is sane enough… beginning to wear off. A new kind of interest germinated within me to go watch his movies again apart from “Q” created gadgetry.

I started looking at Bond with new respect.

The subsequent movies of Daniel Craig, “Casino Royale” & “Quantum of Solace” proved my pleasant premonition right.

It’s like a highly lethal program that’s developed totally for self sufficiency started having consciousness and evolved in to its own independency and sense of judgment about what is right in absolute sense rather than what’s right in relative sense. The paradox here is the controlling forces work on relative sense of righteousness. And when an evolving mechanism senses this a nascent rebellion generates within and sometimes might culminate in to uncontrollable counter force.

Bond… as I started observing is progressively becoming disgruntled with the soft approach in handling devious matters to suit the policy of policy makers when the safety of humanity and world in general is at stake. The way to pick out a broken thorn from body one need to employ another thorn, Bond is lavishly and laboriously used as a thorn here again.

And Bond falls in love with Vesper. The most unimaginable moment of his life in which he suddenly realizes that he is unworthy of honest living but wishes to know if he is worthy of love. He wish to turn his back to all his skills that otherwise are licensed crimes and to enter her life as a person with empty brain and heart just filled with love. His hesitation to confess the same to Vesper is even more heart breaking then the real event of him being betrayed by Vesper. It’s the most tormenting moment of his existence as a person whose realization is that he is capable to do anything but… could do nothing.

He of course tries saving her perfectly knowing that his heart is stabbed right in the middle by her and the wound is profusely bleeding… ends up in watching helpless while she dies in his arms. And within hours he return to his normal self of a licensed criminal and goes back to his world of deceit, crime and sabotage.

The MI6 accepts him with feigned sympathy and teaches him a peripheral lesson of focus in profession that sometimes makes one lose attention towards their friends. A perfect and brutal reality the world always admires because the victim is always someone else… be he a winner or loser.

By the way... I was talking not really about Quantum of Solace but... Casino Royale...

The element that attracted me in this movie is the horrible truth called exploitation.

It’s not always possible for one to live in the world of orderly chaos. Especially for those who just see not with their eyes but with their heart. Love… they say is blind. It is blind but nevertheless a blindness that crackles the exterior armor of human vices to revel the inner virtues. This sometimes makes one vulnerable and be ready to get assaulted. But alas… as I said love is blind; we would know not that we were getting assaulted. Sometimes by those whom we love to death…

It’s a hard choice either to resist it or to submit to it. Resisting would make the person becoming an animal by choice and submitting to it would kill him without death. I really could fathom not what the betrayers gain by their motive driven actions as everything that has an immediate advantage has a shelf life. One need not lure someone in the name of love to step on the victim’s dead soul to climb higher heights in life.

I could never think that Bond movie would make me cry. I cried like a baby.

But that was two years ago.

Now when I look at myself who is trying to fight back my own mounting sadness that’s trying to settle heavily on my shoulders I sometimes am trying to scream in defiance while heading towards despondency. It sometimes making me lose faith in everything I tried to build brick by brick and ended up watching crumbling before me for no fault of mine. I am confident, if I chose to get out of these rubbles unscathed… I shall come out with no bruises outside but bleeding inside.

I wish not to lose my faith in love. I wish… my inner hope glimmering would make me meet her once again in conditions amicable. I seek not her in total. But I wish to know if she left me not for she hated me. I wish to look for answers in her eyes but not in her words.

I miss her so much…