"Is it a Bond movie or a 2-hour commercial for BMW?"
You know you're in trouble when you find out the latest Bond movie is directed by the same guy who directed Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot!First, Pierce Brosnan is no Sean Connery. But then, neither were George Lazenby, Roger Moore, or Timothy Dalton. But for some reason, I like Brosnan less than the others (Dalton excluded). I can't quite figure out why.
So here we have Bond 18, known as Tomorrow Never Dies. The bad guy? Elliot Carver, a media baron, played with glee by Jonathon Pryce. Kind of a Rupert Murdoch with gun-toting henchmen. Carver has a thing about writing headlines for his newspapers and television news shows and then making those events come true, like sinking British ships off the coast of China and making it look like the Chinese did it. Our boy James has an inside to Carver: he used to get busy with Carver's wife Paris (a lifeless Teri Hatcher). So he makes his way into Carver's place and meets Wai Lin (Michelle Yeoh), who turns out to be working for the Chinese government the way Bond does for the Brits. She's like the female Bond.
What follows is the usual Bond stuff: action, high tech gadgets, product placement out the ass (phones, watches, anything with a BMW logo on it), double entendres and Bond getting a girl. It's a little livelier this time around because of Yeoh, because quite frankly, she's hot, and she can kick very nearly everyone's ass.
But Brosnan's wooden, and Hatcher, while moderately good looking, is just stinky. She and Brosnan have zero chemistry together (word is they didn't get along on set, and it shows). Pryce is all right as Carver, but he has this habit of pounding keys on a hand-held keyboard thathe carries around with him. He writes his headlines (they show up on a big ol' video wall behind him), but all he's really doing is hitting stuff at random, so instead of seeing "BRITISH BATTLESHIP SINKS IN SOUTH CHINA SEA" or something, we'd see "asdfjudskfngubiydzfgsa." But we don't.