Skyfall is excellent.Because of the incredible quality of the film, as you can guess, I am still working at my post but this is incredible! I am in love with this film! I am deeply sorry that I don't have it up for you all ready, but here is something that would be worth your while to read in the meantime because it's all relevant and I a citing the issues all ready discussed herein: last fall I wrote on Casino Royale and Quantum Of Solace in James Bond: Beyond Boundaries which examines the imperative rules of being an action hero and, in Skyfall, they play a crucial role in understanding what is going one between hero, villain and viewer.
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| Just as Bond stands atop the ruins of the "old" MI6, surveying London, so we are invited to join Bond on top and survey him, what he has taught us (and yes, action heroes teach us a great deal, if we are willing to engage them), and accepting Mr. Bond's invitation of "going to a higher level" is exactly what we will do. One way we can do that, if you will recall from our discussion of Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows, is to examine film references the film makes to increase its extra-topical vocabulary (please see Blitzchess & Chaos: Sherlock Holmes a Game Of Shadows). For example, when Silva has Bond bound to a chair and starts touching Bond, does that remind us of anything? Lawrence Of Arabia, when Lawrence (Peter O'Toole) was captured and,... raped by his male captor? It's an important scene in Skyfall and Lawrence Of Arabia has all ready been used in one other film this year so it's completely plausible (Prometheus, when David, played by Michael Fassbender, keeps quoting "The trick is, not minding that it hurts"). |
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| We will examine this painting in my post. In the meantime, ask yourself, why would this painting be the one the film would chose to incorporate? There are a number of other famous, important paintings which have been stolen, of all of them, why this one? |
(Here is something to consider: when M recites the lines of this poem, she mentions her deceased husband; what other film has Dame Dench appeared in when her husband was deceased? Mrs. Brown, wherein she played Queen Victoria and won her Oscar. The actual quoted lines are at the bottom, highlighted).
Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among thesebarren crags,Matched with an agèd wife, I mete anddoleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, andknow not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drinkLife to the lees: all times I haveenjoyedGreatly, have suffered greatly, bothwith thoseThat loved me, and alone; on shore, andwhenThrough scudding drifts the rainyHyadesVexed the dim sea: I am become a name;For always roaming with a hungry heartMuch have I seen and known; cities ofmenAnd manners, climates, councils,governments,Myself not least, but honoured of themall;And drunk delight of battle with mypeers,Far on the ringing plains of windyTroy.I am a part of all that I have met;Yet all experience is an archwherethroughGleams that untravelled world, whosemargin fadesFor ever and for ever when I move.How dull it is to pause, to make anend,To rust unburnished, not to shine inuse!As though to breathe were life. Lifepiled on lifeWere all too little, and of one to meLittle remains: but every hour is savedFrom that eternal silence, somethingmore,A bringer of new things; and vile itwereFor some three suns to store and hoardmyself,And this grey spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinkingstar,Beyond the utmost bound of humanthought.
This my son, mine own Telemachus,To whom I leave the sceptre and theisle—Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfilThis labour, by slow prudence to makemildA rugged people, and through softdegreesSubdue them to the useful and the good.Most blameless is he, centred in thesphereOf common duties, decent not to failIn offices of tenderness, and payMeet adoration to my household gods,When I am gone. He works his work, Imine.There lies the port; the vessel puffsher sail:There gloom the dark broad seas. Mymariners,Souls that have toiled, and wrought,and thought with me—That ever with a frolic welcome tookThe thunder and the sunshine, andopposedFree hearts, free foreheads—you and Iare old;Old age hath yet his honour and histoil;Death closes all: but something ere theend,Some work of noble note, may yet bedone,Not unbecoming men that strove withGods.The lights begin to twinkle from therocks:The long day wanes: the slow moonclimbs: the deepMoans round with many voices. Come, myfriends,'Tis not too late to seek a newerworld.Push off, and sitting well in ordersmiteThe sounding furrows; for my purposeholdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and thebathsOf all the western stars, until I die.It may be that the gulfs will wash usdown:It may be we shall touch the HappyIsles,And see the great Achilles, whom weknewThough much is taken, much abides; andthoughWe are not now that strength which inold daysMoved earth and heaven; that which weare, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strongin willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not toyield.
Eat Your Art Out,
The Fine Art Diner
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