And the ghosts have a name: Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
And yet, when the film lets go of its convoluted mythology, it soars. The romance with Dr. Madeleine Swann (Léa Seydoux) is the most tender and credible since Vesper. She is not a conquest but a companion—a daughter of a former assassin who understands the weight of the gun. Their escape from the Moroccan L’Américain hotel, with Bond picking off shadowy hitmen as a train waits with steam hissing, is pure poetry. 007 contra spectre
The finale is where Contro Spectre stumbles into self-indulgence. The London lair, a crumbling MI6 building, feels small. The final confrontation with Blofeld involves a drill that threatens to bore into Bond’s brain—a literalization of the film’s theme (Blofeld wants inside Bond’s head) that is more silly than sinister. And the helicopter chase over the Thames, while functional, lacks the poetry of the opening. And the ghosts have a name: Ernst Stavro Blofeld