Ohh boy. The Bond films have long since moved on from offering biennial nonsense, but if you approach this like one of the good Roger Moore era movies, you'll have a blast, like I did. In addition to containing my new favourite Jason Statham fight scene, the series (finally) truly takes leave of its senses and (FINALLY) makes all of the character ensemble bits work. I've never been 100% on board with the Fast Five-led reassessment of this series, but with this one, I felt like one of the fambly. Gloriously silly.
I'm all in for this sort of Powell & Pressburger era nostalgia anyway, but it escalates in the genuinely shocking third act from a fun, charming trifle to something really great. Gemma Arterton finally gets a leading role worthy of her talents and it's actually possible to forget how good Bill Nighy is until he's called on to do more than just his Bill Nighy thing, which hasn't happened since About Time-ish. A hugely enjoyable love letter about persevering through storytelling.
Hey, guess what? It's nothing like the trailers. It's actually funny, actually scary, and, because there isn't a bottom half to read under a movie, it's 100% dickhead proof.
The one thing that nobody seemed to actually buy ahead of this was that it could be both a remake and a passing of the torch. It turns out that it's both of those things and while it certainly bows to the original as much as, say, The Force Awakens does…
It may be a little premature, but we already have the first President Trump era comic book movie. I'm not even talking about the story, in which two emasculated rich white men blame an immigrant for what's wrong with the world.
Just like Trump's campaign for the nomination, it's stupid, hateful, and by the time you've just deciphered one utterly insensible thing it's said or done, it'll have done five more. And depressingly, despite all of this, people are probably…