#Skyfall--a pygmy review:

"Skyfall" is extraordinary. Ferocious and even menacing, yet palpably restrained. Primal, yet deeply personal and shockingly intimate. The plot's North Star is the most simple and unadorned yet conceived, turning on a "there but for the grace of fate goes Bond" fulcrum. Unsatisfied with perfectly competent workman directors, as they have for more than 40 years, the franchise has begun turning to helmsman and cinematographers with an eye toward the artistic. The result is films that not only excite our blood pressure, but also titillate our hearts and sense of aesthetics. "Skyfall" introduces new characters who will, in time, become old friends; and though you see them coming from a mile off, they are no less welcome for it. Bond has never been more flawed, never more human. But then, outside our comic books, our age prefers our heros to resemble men and not myths. Indeed, the entire skeletal scaffolding of the universe has changed as well and "Skyfall" acknowledges it overtly--this is not merely a pendulum swing away from the preposterous, it is a rejection of it altogether. Ghosts of canon past rise to feverish applause only to be mercilessly skewered and incinerated. For some, this loss will require a period of mourning, as several decades of DNA is being cast off. But it is necessary for the universe's survival. When the "Borne" films laid down the evolve-or-die gauntlet, the "Bond" franchise did not wither in fear or sulk into the shadows of irrelevance. It rose to the challenge, reinventing itself in such a way that it has more vigor now than at any time other than its initial debut.

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