Skyfall Review

With Hollywood’s latest presentation, I thought the worst nightmares of the inhabitants of a tiny Gaulish village had come true. You may recollect that those dauntless village folk were afraid of nothing except the “sky falling in their heads”.

SKYFALL belies these fears. I was under the impression that the plot of the thriller would involve sending back Jamius Bondix back in a time-machine to save Asterix and his gang from a fate worse than death or spare them the humiliation of being bashed up by Julius’s cohorts.

Zero had not been invented back then, hence the dots before VII

Alas, except for some thrilling roof top chariot chases, the film did not live up to my expectations. Sure Bondix got his magic potion stirred and not shaken, his Walther PPK made up for his lack of a menhir and Cacaphonix did a gender change to Adele while singing a more melodious title song. The mammary-challenged lead female was a visual disaster and not a patch on the fuller figured Halle Berry or Ursula Andress of yesteryears.

Spoiler alert: A bit lachrymose towards the end.

Apologies to Uderzo and Goscinny