THE STORY OF SKYFALL

ABOUT SKYFALL

A sleepy lady to the right for whom an expansive and cozy seat was like heaven and a stoic brother like Hans Bjelke to the left formed my little crowd who ultimately watched the much anticipated movie, Skyfall, braving the high volume of negative reviews the whole week!

            The opening ten minutes had good action sequences including Bond barging his motorbike against the parapet of a bridge to fall on a fast-moving train and while being on top of it, bending backwards in Matrix style in the last second to cheat death in a tunnel!

            The movie reached its zenith too early with Adele’s song! She lulled my lady into sleep and a loosened handgrip was cue that I could be all ears to only the Digital Dolby! My brother was similarly absorbed and thus my mouth could only remain shut!

            From that point, the movie degenerated and was no more solid and rather dissipated in random directions like formless fluid! The characters over-indulged in detailed speeches and too much sarcasm!

            The Bond girl had more than trifle resemblance to the late break-dancing King of Pop and all she did was shave his beard in great detail. The second fiddle Bond girl only died a hapless death with a glass of liquor on her head!

            Fortunately during this time, my lady was awakened by the giggles of the blonde villain and she made it bearable to watch the mad man recite a bad rat story and act out a  whim of gay overtures once just for the sake of it!

            The villain still managed to over-shadow Bond all the time probably because the latter was not helped by a school-boy ‘Q’ who gave him only a gun which was however no match to the one in the hands of the former who used it to shoot dead every police official in London and terrorize M and Bond to flee to an isolated picturesque Scottish locale!

            The effeminate villain had already transformed into an Amrish Puri of Hindi cinema! Thus Bond, M and one old man like Ramu Kaka prepared earnestly for a final show-down with that solo face of evil. We had been made to believe that he was all the while in the quest of emancipating revenge!

            If not anything else, we liked the way he made a booming entry with that high-decibel sound box tied to his chopper!

            Pistols, assault rifles, machine guns, bombs and finally two much costlier LPG cylinders ultimately managed to bring down the ramshackle building in which Bond and M were hiding! So, that was Skyfall! A dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere!

            The time that was left in the fag-end of the movie was spent in explaining to my lady why Bond was not doing the amazing stuff he used to do in all his previous movies! I almost did a good job when she exclaimed, “Stupid villain! Why can’t he shoot that moron in the head while he has all the time to draw a circle in the ice?”

Because it is not the end!

We have to hold our thoughts and count to ten!

Feel the Earth move and then,

Hear the laughter burst again!

Let the sky fall,

When it crumbles,

We will stand tall,

And face it all together,

With a LOL!