He steals the names of all the agents infiltrated to the terrorist organisations worldwide, and he will be posting their names online unless he gets to M, who he hate-loves to death (literally). Silva is a guerrilla villain, able to do more damage from a tiny room with a single computer than all the previous villains put together, which questions Bond’s ability to challenge him and brings in the new Q (Ben Whishaw) who is very young and very geeky. The pairing of Bond and Q is a good excuse for some comic relief, and their meeting in an art gallery is already iconic.
Q and Bond go around intelligence and security committee chairman Gareth Mallory (Ralph Fiennes) and out-trick Silva their own way. The action never stops to entertain, and when M and Bond are boarded up in the Skyfall estate with wonderful Kincade (Albert Finney), it all goes very apocalyptic dystopia (both in the sense of zombie dystopia with survivors boarded up in houses full of DIY traps, and World War II movies with guerrilla fighters armed with forks and shovels vs. the highly technological Nazis) and is satisfying to the highest degree.
No More Sex Escapades Galore
The plot by writers Neal Purvis and Robert Wade along with John Logan is as real as Bond gets. Bond was a sexual (male chauvinist) fantasy before; now he is a real man who bleeds, hurts, loses his mind, questions his authority, and even jokes about the possibility of being gay. Marching in step with the developing gender studies and exposures of sexual addiction not being all that sexy, in Skyfall, Bond has the least sex (Bérénice Marlohe’s beautiful Sévérine brings on the heat) and yet is sexier than ever by underplaying that theme of the franchise (who is going to forget the ridiculous sex screams of Xenia Onatopp in Golden Eye?). This is probably thanks to director Sam Mendes, who is expert at portraying tasteful sexuality (Cabaret and American Beauty), and also brings theatricality (he directed Chechov and Shakespeare in the West End once upon a time) and elegance to the franchise, being the first real auteur to take over a Bond movie. Javier Bardem is at his demented best since No Country for Old Men but this time he is also a sexual threat, and to none other than Bond himself.
The Survival Of The Fittest