I was in the theater watching Tomb Raider. The second shower scene started. I groaned. One hadn’t been enough?
Then the camera revealed to us that the dripping would-be object of lust was Daniel Craig instead of Angelina Jolie again, and I laughed. The movie knew what it was and what it had come from, but it wasn’t afraid to play with it. That alone made the movie worth the painful father-daughter scene and Jolie’s magic, jiggle-free bra.
I was reminded of that moment in the theater when I saw this.
Emily Asher-Perrin has a post up at Tor.com lamenting the ubiquity of the butt-to-the-camera pose (usually with side-boob) used to promote female action heroes for movies. This was provided as a rare example of a similar pose for a man. Like the second shower scene, the novelty was highly welcome.
That was when it occurred to me that this is a great deal of why I like Daniel Craig. It isn’t the pretty face people say he has. The stony, stoic sort don’t really appeal to me personally. No, it’s the fact that, whether or not he’s ultimately responsible for the decision, I’ve seen him throw a little twist in the tail of a fair number of movie gender-dynamics stereotypes. After all, what other Bond could have gotten away without romancing the “Bond girl” the way Craig did in Quantum of Solace?
And then there’s this.
With all that, how could I not like Daniel Craig?