"In short, there is a young woman in this film whom Bond correctly identifies (in his smug, smart-arse way) as a sex-worker who was kidnapped and enslaved as a child by human traffickers. She is now a brutalised and unwilling gangster’s moll. She gives no sign of being sexually interested in Bond, merely of being incredibly scared and unhappy. So he creeps uninvited into her hotel shower cubicle later that night, like Jimmy Savile, and silently screws her because he is bored."
Found this interesting article via twitter. It's from Giles Coren and was posted on his wife's blog after the Times decided not to run it. It exposes the coldness in the heart of a certain kind of British film director who has taken the Hollywood dollar after a career in theatre or advertising. In this case the over-praised Sam Mendes, who made the film in question. His films are always vacuous exercises in theatrical style. I'd place the equally awful, and now deceased, Anthony Minghella in the same category (you can think of several others, I'm sure).
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