The Bond cocktail is given another good hard shake in its fiftieth cinematic change

Skyfall review:

On this occasion we join Bond in Istambul, chasing a stolen computer disk that contains the occulted identities of Nato agents. After a suspenseful chase across a marketplace, rooftops and a thundering train, the disk is lost, and for a moment so is 007. But after a rather long, barbaric title sequence he reappears in M's home, unshaven and off his game. Nevertheless, M puts him back on the case, which takes him to some of the world's most exotic corners.
Daniel Craig remains Bond incarnate, but there's a warmth to his banter with Eve and we even learn about the loss of his parents.
Robert Wade and John Logan's script incessantly reminds us of Bond's physical prowess is on the wane, but his verbal sparring, both with M and foe Raoul Silva (Javier Bardem) is almost as inscrutable as The Dark Knight's Joker himself: Bardem's camp turn makes him the oddest Bond villain since the Roger Moore era, and his nicotine hair flops queasily over his forehead.
By acknowledging the rise of cyberterrorism in the same way Nolan played on the West's new vulnerability in the wake of 9/1, Skyfall is a Bond film for the anonymous generation.

The cycle of a life

No matter how hard we try we can't escape the cycle of life and death. The continuing loop of life and all the little surprises it throws at us, death and rebirth is at the heart of every day living. A sudden tragic death of somebody close to you. The impending birth of a child. A life-threatening illness of someone you love. All this is known as the human life cycle.
At one point in our lives we've asked ourselves what the point of all this is. Working hard and striving to become someone you've always wanted to be. Trying your hardest to get something that no matter what, always seems to be out of your reach. There are times when you want it all to be over, there's no point in living any more, but when your time comes, all you want to do is go through the entire hurdle of life all over again. But at the end of the day, when your time has come and in your mind you won't be of any use to anyone your input is still there.

The smoke from the ashes in cremation have evaporated resulting into clouds; and every day when I look out of my window, it is reassuring to know that a little bit of you, no matter how far, is still out there.