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.