Tuesday, 19 October 2021

THE RANTING BRUMMIE GOES TO THE [DIS]UNITED NATIONS

Given I'm a 40-year old, straight, white, binary Englishman with a penchant for drinking Guinness, watching Top Gear and eating steak, it's highly unlikely I would ever be invited to give a speech at the UN COP26 summit in Scotland this week in the same way Daft Punk would never be invited to play on MTV Unplugged.

However, if I did, it would probably go a little something like this ...

"Dear attendees. I am, like all of us here, a normal, bog-standard, pretty average, everyday citizen of the world. Whilst I am not the Prime Minister of the UK and have a duty to all, my primary responsibility is to my own. Fortunately we can improve the lot of the former and the latter at the same time.

The forecasts of climate science are no more accurate than our Government's recent efforts on Covid – In fact only one of the climate models gets anywhere near matching real world data and that’s not very near, predicting only half the warming we’re panicking about. So we have time to make the world economy more resilient. 

We Brits will demonstrate how this can be done, and we can lead the whole world into a brighter future based on the time-proven skills of entrepreneurship and engineering, beginning by teaching this in schools rather than letting our children think that waving placards around like windmills with the hiccups and blindly accepting backdoor communism will make a blind bit of difference.

Renewable energy is not the answer. By making fossil fuel and nuclear power stations provide expensive backups for cloudy and windless days - which we have rather a LOT of here in the UK, it forces up all energy prices and overcharges those who use most energy, the old, the poor, the sick, and those with a job. No new renewable schemes should be approved unless the operators guarantee delivery 24/7/365 at a reasonable price. We should instead right the wrongs of past agreements by imposing a windfall tax on wind and solar schemes which exactly matches their subsidies.

But what can give us the energy we need to power our factories, warm our homes, grow our food, while still being cautious about the demon carbon – if, that is, it turns out to be a demon? It must be nuclear. We should cancel all work on European Pressurised Water Reactors in the United Kingdom – given they were designed by EU committees they are as much use as Pope's testicles — but our greatest British engineering company, Rolls-Royce, is developing Small Modular Reactors. Once the design is optimised we should order SMRs in batches of four, with half of them exported as aid to nations which are energy poor.

We keep hearing from various green organisations that we are near the climate tipping point and we 'must do something now'. If these scaremongerers are right we don’t have time to wait for fusion, and if they’re wrong we don’t need to worry if we wait for it to become a viable technology.  

New technology needs time to settle down, and even though the SMR concept is not entirely new – our nuclear-powered submarines have operated for decades with no problems – we must allow for time in adapting the designs. Besides, we need reliable, cheap energy now, not in ten years’ time. Fortunately the answer lies literally beneath our feet. There are billions of cubic metres of natural gas in the Scottish Midland shale, billions in the Bowland Shale in Lancashire, and billions more in the rest of the UK.

There has been opposition to fracking for gas, some from locals but mainly from bearded, cagoule-wearing socialists, those hairy chaps and chapesses who squat around the edges of our civilisation in a bid to take us back to the Stone Age, who wish to keep us in fuel poverty because all profit is bad, yo. 

We can't address the concerns of these amateur hermits any more than we can persuade them to have a bath, but for people who might live near fracking sites the Government should mandate compensation. Any damage caused by tremors – we don't expect any but we wish to reassure worried residents – should be compensated at three times the cost of repair. Furthermore, all houses within five miles of a fracking site should receive ten years’ free supply of gas for space heating, cooking etc, or an equivalent cash payment. 

Now let’s talk about a REAL climate concern: air pollution from transportation, starting with rolling out a programme to convert all heavy goods vehicles and buses, trains etc to hybrid electrical power and/or compressed natural gas fuel. This will cut CO2 emissions from those sources by nearly half, while reducing NOx and particulate air pollution but a similar amount.

As a bridge fuel, shale gas is natural, clean, cuts our CO2 emissions and will be good for our balance of payments while we build up the SMR fleet. Finally, we should establish a think tank of both environmentalists AND climate sceptics, people with legitimately different ideas and opinions.

For too long eco-fanatics, socialists, and teenage doom goblins have acted as self-appointed climate gatekeepers. Now is the time for the issue to be properly debated in public, time to stop the hysteria, time for a difference of opinions to be allowed to speak out and allow entrepreneurs and engineers to play a greater role.

There is our roadmap to the future. The UK will travel that road alone if necessary, but we will welcome those who understand that reliable, low cost energy is vital if we are to preserve our way of life if we move carefully to a low carbon future. 

There are countries who have representatives in this room whose emissions dwarf the UK’s measly one per cent, countries whose increases every day wipe out any yearly savings we might make. I won't name them, but I can tell you they rhyme with Bina and Chindia. Let them come clean and admit that they have no intention of banning coal and oil in their power stations, then do what we are doing, travelling into a clean and low carbon future without killing our people and economies and sleepwalking into backdoor global socialism.

Now, if you will excuse me I will stop here and decline to attend the rest of this talking shop. Like all its predecessors it will fail to come to any useful conclusions, and some of us have lives to lead."

Wednesday, 13 October 2021

THE RANTING BRUMMIE REVIEWS: "NO TIME TO DIE" (2021)

As I think has been well-established now, one of my guilty pleasures as a moviegoer is watching the James Bond movies and I have no intention of apologising for that. 

Thus, I watched as soon as I had the opportunity 'No Time to Die' directed by Cary Joji Fukunaga, the latest film in the series, whose release has already been postponed several times and which finally meets the screens and its viewers this cinematic fall of the year 2021. 

The James Bond film series is approaching the age of 60. All Bond movies start from the same premises and have the same hero, but the way he looks and behaves and the structuring of the story have evolved over time. This says a lot about how cinematic entertainment was and is perceived and accepted in the movies of the big studios.

A lot has happened during these years. The hero evolved from the nonchalant and humorous commander in Fleming's books and played by Sean Connery to the complex and gloomy character in the last series, played by Daniel Craig. The original 007 had gone through the experience of World War II and was active during the Cold War. 

He was excused for his womanising as many things are excused to war heroes, and there was no room for moral doubt concerning his actions because he lived in an age when it was clear who were the good guys and who were the bad guys. Thee 21st century James Bond lives and acts in the turbulent era after the fall of communism and after the novels of John Le Carre were written. 

Today's enemies are not ideological, and screenwriters of such films (not just those in the Bond series) often prefer not to identify them politically, ethnically, or religiously. On the other hand, the romantic implications of the character are no longer devoid of substance. James no longer conquers but falls in love. From Bond the Don Juan we now (almost) get Bond the family man. 

One of the qualities of the script in 'No Time to Die' is that it manages to describe at this stage of the character's evolution a story that is acceptable by today's standards of the big studios and is somewhat credible in terms of character psychology. Craig's James Bond has been throughout this series and is in this film also a real character, not just a two-dimensional comics book figure.

What I liked about 'No Time to Die'? Daniel Craig. Action scenes, car chases and stunts that show ingenuity in a few moments (just when we thought we saw everything in this area) and use the landscapes spectacularly, especially in Italian villages. Humour and self-humour. The presence of Ralph Fiennes, an actor who can do anything on screen and I will like it. 

Also worthy of note is the stunningly good-looking Ana de Armas, a classic Bond-girl with a kick-ass attitude who I hope will survive until the next series. What I liked less? Rami Malek, an actor who constantly disappoints me and who plays a mediocre bad guy here. Lea Seydoux is OK, but her relationship with Bond lacks chemistry. The dose of melodrama introduced in the script towards the end. The scientific pretext, which is thin and I could not understand what they were brewing in those pools (not that it would be important).

'No Time to Die' honourably concludes the Daniel Craig chapter of the Bond epic. It's not the best Bond I've ever seen, but it's well above average. I look forward to the next reincarnation.

Overall Rating: 7/10

Monday, 11 October 2021

THE RANTING BRUMMIE'S GUIDE TO JAMES BOND

So, after a delays of numerous years and for numerous 'reasons', Britain's favourite super-suave super-spy, agent 007 James Bond, is back for another outing in No Time To Die. Predictably, ITV have been using this as an excuse to run through every single Bond film for about the fourteen millionth time, so to save your eyeballs, here's a quick summary of his globe-trotting outings so far.

Dr No. (1962)
James Bond and its universe comes out fully formed and familiar out of the gates. Dr. No doesn't show up until very end, other than his name and his mechanical hands is a pretty forgettable villain. Connery nails everything about 007 from the get-go. Honey Ryder in THAT bikini scene.

From Russia With Love (1963)
The most espionage-ish Bond movie from the early batch. Grittier feel than most Connery films, taking place in Turkey and Yugoslavia instead of a beautiful ocean setting. Red Grant and Klebb great SPECTRE assassins. Train fight scene one of series best, as is the theme by Matt Munro.

Goldfinger (1964)
Connery at his peak in the first true Bond blockbuster. Goldfinger threatening to cut Bond in half with a laser. Oddjob and his razor-rimmed hat. The debut of the tricked-out Aston Martin DB5 and it's ejector seat. One of the greatest Bond Girls of all-time, Pussy Galore. Shirley Bassey's theme tune. The iconic death of other Bond Girl Jill Masterson, her naked body sprawled across her bed and painted gold.

Thunderball (1965)
Better known as the era of James Bond that Austin Powers spoofs. Largo is a decent villain. Underwater fight scenes are comedically bad. Tom Jones does the theme song. Beautifully shot in the Bahamas. Connery at his peak. Remade in the 80's as Never Say Never Again. Which featured Bond playing video games.

You Only Live Twice (1967)
Bond fakes his death goes to Japan. Let's forget he has surgery to look Japanese in this movie. We finally get to meet the mastermind of SPECTRE, Blofeld. Little Nellie is a cool little helicopter. The volcano secret rocket base is the coolest villain lair and set in all the movies. Piranha Pool!

On Her Majesty's Secret Service (1969)
George Lazenby - the one-film Bond. Plot is wonderful, combats against 007's wooden acting. Swiss alps gorgeous location for evil lair. Bond and Blofeld don't recognise each other. Aston Martin's tyres squeal ... on sand. Bond gets married for the only time ... but it last about 5 minutes because then Mrs. Bond is murdered.

Diamonds Are Forever (1971)
Connery comes back in a wig. Bond does Vegas. Blofeld smuggles diamonds, makes clones of himself. Ho-Yay assassins Mr. Kidd & Mr. Wint. Bond Girl Tiffany Case forgettable, poor Plenty O'Toole thrown out the window. Moon buggy getaway scene. Shirley Bassey back for the theme song. Bond stops diamond-powered laser satellite.

Live and Let Die (1973)
Roger Moore's debut, 007's attempt at blaxploitation. Jane Seymour as Solitaire! Unfortunately she loses her psychic abilities when Bond takes her virginity. Lots of dumb voodoo stuff. Sheriff JW Pepper is annoying. Awesome theme song by Paul McArtney and Wings. That ridiculous crocodile scene. 

The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)
Christopher Lee as the Man with the Golden Gun and three nipples, Scaramanga, is the perfect foil. Nick Nack is a great henchman/comedic relief. Great locations in Asia/Beirut. Britt Ekland's bum nearly blows up the world. Solar-powered satellite blasts heat ray, Bond stops it. Sound familiar ? Moore's 2nd best 007 film.

The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)
The best of the Roger Moore era. 007 and KGB Agent Triple X make up one of the best Bond romances to date. Main villain Stromberg is dull but his underwater ocean lair and henchman Jaws steal the show. Jaws is seriously terrifying, but also features the best Bond car ever, the Lotus Esprit that can turn into a submarine.

Moonraker (1979)
James Bond does Star Wars, complete with lasers. Bad guy Hugo Drax steals a space shuttle because he's going to wipe out mankind and repopulate it with a master race. Dr. Holly Goodhead is a Mt. Rushmore Bond Girl. Jaws turns good and helps Bond defeat Drax after he falls in love with a little nerdy girl. The big ol' softie.

For Your Eyes Only (1981)
Back down to Earth, literally, for 007. Bond has to recover some ATAC system which controls British missiles. Bond Girl Melina is fun & out for blood after her parents are murdered. Bad guy has ice skating little daughter who really wants to pork Bond. Greek monastery at end is awesome. Not much else to say.

Octopussy (1983)
Moore is probably too old at this point. He also dresses up as a clown. Octopussy is a badass jewel smuggler who porks Bond & turns good at the end. Unusually reliable Alfa Romeo. White guy plays evil Afghan prince. Again, Bond infiltrates a circus by dressing up as clown. JAMES BOND DRESSES UP AS A FRICKIN' CLOWN !!

A View To a Kill (1985)
Roger Moore's final instalment. Definitely too old for philandering at this point - Bond Girl is half his age, the gorgeous Tanya Roberts. Christopher Walken wasted as evil CEO Max Zorin. Grace Jones oddly sexy as a henchwoman. Duran Duran theme song, how 80's. The evil plan - destroy Silicon Valley to have a monopoly on microchips. Also, horses, and briefly, Dolph Lundgren.

The Living Daylights (1987)
Timothy Dalton's first crack at 007, and one of the best in the franchise. Bond helps a KGB guy defect but is then double crossed by him! Bond does some actual spying, and helps the Afghan rebels ... awkward. Main villain is some American arms dealer who is kinda dumb. Cool Aston Martin is back. Bond Girl plays a mean cello. Much more gritty and less campy, way before Craig did it. My personal favourite.

Licence To Kill (1989)
Bond quits MI6 in a huff and goes on a roaring rampage of revenge. Dalton's second and final Bond. Robert Davi a cool villian. Young Benicio Del Toro is a psycho henchman. Jack Laird back as Felix. Feels like a Miami Vice video game, but in a good way. Pam Bouvier a sexy kick-ass sidekick. Awesome wheelie stunt with a Kenworth truck.

Goldeneye (1995)
A strong debt for Pierce Brosnan, but gets bumped up because of the awesome N64 video game. Still a great movie though. Ned Stark is great double agent. Jean Grey as Onatopp and her deadly sexcapades using her superhuman thigh strength. Tina Turner does the theme, but marks lost for putting Bond in a BMW. Which is ridiculous.

Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)
Bond takes on an evil media baron - 007's version of Zuckerberg or Bezos. Bad Guy wants to start WWIII between the US and China which would trigger his companies exclusive broadcasting rights, or something. Sheryl Crow belts out the theme tune. Bond still driving a BMW for some reason. Bond Girls actually have personalities too.

The World is Not Enough (1999)
Bond has to stop nuclear meltdown in Istanbul. Villain is scary because he has a bullet lodged in his brain that is slowly inching towards killing him? Theme by Garbage, but not so itself. Denise Richards unconvincing as a nuclear physicist. Bond's BMW gets chopped in half. Good. Neat twist that the other Bond Girl is also a villain.

Die Another Day (2002)
Brosnan's fourth & final appearance, and he's looking bored. Probably one the worst. Halle Berry plays Jinx; only Bond film where Bond Girl gets equal billing. North Korea up to bad things. Villain lair is an ice palace in the arctic. Bond has an invisible car, but at least it's not a BMW. Crap theme song by Madonna. Mirror-powered satellite blasts heat ray, Bond stops it. Where have I heard that one before ?

Casino Royale (2006)
The Daniel Craig era begins on a strong note. Vesper Lynd might be the most interesting and complete of all the Bond Girls. Mads Mikkelsen perfectly cast as main antagonist. One of the few Bond films that doesn't have major plot holes. Awesome theme by the late Chris Cornell of Soundgarden.

Quantum of Solace (2008)
The not-quite-as-great Daniel Craig one. Lots of action but forgettable villain, dull theme song and boring Bond Girl. Secondary Bond girl Strawberry Fields gets offed in a nod to / rip-off of Goldfinger. Bad guy wants to steal Bolivia's water, I think. Bond gets offered a ride in a Beetle.

Skyfall (2012)
Arguably the most gripping in the entire series. Javier Bardem as Silva is a villain with no gimmicks, he's out for revenge. Ralph Feinnes understated and cool, and Ben Wishaw brings Q back with welcome aplomb. Judi Dench is actually given something to do as M for a change & is phenomenal, although Adele's theme is rather dull.

Spectre (2015)
Bond attempts a cinematic universe with a Blofeld origin story. Moriarty from Sherlock wants to take over M's job and make Bond redundant. Bond and Blofeld are foster brothers … what?! Very plot heavy. Craig still a badass. Sam Smith theme song is utterly dreadful, the worst in the franchise. Dave Bautista a cool henchman.

Tuesday, 5 October 2021

SPY HARD

"ONCE again, there is no milk today", says Colonel Stok, played by Oskar Homolka, in the 1966 Michael Caine film 'Funeral in Berlin'. 

"And so Russian tea was invented", quips Caine’s character, the British spy Harry Palmer.

How times change: during the age of Harry Palmer and his silver screen rival James Bond, it was the Eastern Bloc that was associated with empty shelves, fuel shortages and queues round the block for basic supplies; the sort of things Jeremy Corbyn would happily lock himself in the bathroom for.

But getting back to Palmer and Bond, both of course were men of their time: lethal, ruthless, successful with the ladies while not especially politically correct in their pursuit of them; they were masculine characters in a still masculine age. Sadly, Harry Palmer (by far the more interesting and complex character of the two) didn’t stay the course beyond three movies. 

Bond, with his license to kill, navigates the world with the poise of a ballet dancer, albeit one armed with gadgets and an explosive charm. His adventures are set against the backdrop of exotic locales, where each villain's lair seems to outdo the last in opulence and absurdity. Bond's gadgets, from his wristwatch that could do everything but make the tea, to cars that drive themselves from the depths of villainy, are the stuff of a boy's dream, a gadgeteer's fantasy.

Contrast this with Palmer, whose espionage is far more grey and gritty, his London less a playground than a labyrinth of mundane bureaucracy and cold war tension. Palmer's gadgets are less flamboyant; his weapon of choice might be as simple as a kitchen knife, his spycraft more about the art of survival in a world where the glamour is stripped away, leaving one with the stark reality of the Cold War. 

Where Bond's adventures are underscored by John Barry's lush scores, Palmer's world is one of silence, or perhaps the hum of a tube train, his music the clink of teacups rather than orchestral swells. Bond's identity is his allure, a byword for luxury and danger; Palmer's is his anonymity, a man who could disappear into the crowd, his greatest asset his unremarkable presence.

The question then, of who one would rather be, hinges on whether one prefers their espionage with the garnish of glamour or the bare bones of necessity. Would one choose the life of a Bond, where every mission is a chance to wear another impeccable suit, or that of Palmer, where the suit might be off the rack, but the stakes are no less high? 

In the end, perhaps the choice speaks to one's view of the world: Bond's is one of endless possibility, of global escapades where the only limit is one's imagination or the next scriptwriter's plot twist. Palmer's, however, is a mirror to the real, where the spy game is less about saving the world and more about navigating the mundane with wit and, when necessary, a bit of violence.

So, would you be a spy in the mould of Bond, with all the trappings of a life lived in the fast lane, or would you opt for the quieter, more cerebral existence of Palmer, where the thrill is less in the chase and more in the chess game of survival? In this, as in all things, the choice is a reflection of one's soul, or perhaps, one's taste in cinema.