I don’t care what the critics say. This was a solid action film that dispensed with most of the stuff I hate about Bond — the dumb lines, the invisible cars, the 50s concept of suave. The plot was a bit undeveloped, but I managed to turn that into a plus by telling myself that confusion is probably the order of the day in real life intelligence work. Also, so are exploding hotels.
I liked this better than the immediately previous Bond, too, primarily because nobody drowned on screen. Stabbings, shootings, blunt trauma, explosions — all ok, as long as there is no drowning.