Easily the best Brosnan entry, with superb late-analog setpieces (courtesy 2nd unit master Vic Armstrong), some welcome goofball jokes and, despite repeated half-assed attempts over the years, one of the few to lend Bond some genuine personal stakes (his pre-credits wounding, the contentious relationship with M, and the terrorist with a grudge against her all prefigure SKYFALL, another example in a long line of this franchise recycling and refining story ideas). It also directly addresses the series' intrinsic misogyny if you're into that sort of thing, especially in a terrific scene where 007 mansplains Elektra's own sexual trauma to her and she responds by shaming him for basically recapitulating her assault for his own purposes (of course, in unpleasantly tantalizing…

”There's no point living if you can't feel alive.

Denise Richards as a nuclear physicist who is working in the middle of Kazakhstan?! Can you even imagine something more idiotic than that? Worst Bond girl ever if you ask me.

Michael Apted takes control of the Bond franchise and delivers an action-packed yet somewhat mentally disabled movie which seems to be moving back and forth between smartness and stupidity. It has a pretty decent plot, the love/hate relationship between Bond and his “lady friend” offers enough complexity, tension and emotional distress, like any other Bond film it has some very good and convincing action scenes and Pierce Brosnan does his best to portray a complex Bond who has so many…

Though it has never been on the receiving end of a lot of love, "The World is Not Enough" is definitely deserving. Featuring Pierce Brosnan at his most urbane and, for better or worse, memorable supporting characters, Michael Apted's entry in the venerable James Bond franchise easily thrills and entertains. It is a sleek and raucous action film with no shortage of fun.

The story is standard issue Bond: the Commander is charged with protecting an heiress, deterring terrorists, and, once again, saving the Empire. Allying himself with old friends and new distractions, Bond embarks on a series of adventures that find him coming face-to-face with his own, and others,' mortality. Bond, himself, runs into a fair amount of peril…

The Journey to Skyfall continues with the 19th James Bond film, The World is Not Enough.

God I hate this one. Not because it's bad. In fact, in many areas, it's a strong James Bond film. But there's just so much wasted potential here. Here we have a story that could very well lend itself to something great. There's always a fantastic story involved when Bond lets his guard down for a woman just as damaged and closed off as he is.

And for the first hour of the film, The World is Not Enough IS a pretty great movie. It has fantastic pacing, and a great setup to a great finale in what should be a very emotional journey…

Back in June, I slipped into another severe depressive episode that eventually led me on 30 August to enter inpatient treatment. There were two day rooms for group sessions, and for the patients to socialize when there were no sessions. There was a Blu-ray player connected to the TV in the smaller day room, and patients could pick out a movie to watch in the evenings. Patients still came into that room and carried on conversations throughout the movies, which was generally frustrating and often led whoever had requested that night's movie to give up and leave altogether.

Believe it or not--and I swear to God this is true!--they picked Bad Santa 2. On two consecutive nights, no less!

So…

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