I don't know if you have dreams like this but I occasionally have dreams where I'm running. I'm running at full tilt. But because it's a dream, everything is all woozy, like I'm drunk. And so I keep expecting to fall over as I'm running. Except I don't, it's like I'm the drunkest I've ever been and running the fastest I've ever run and I think "I'm doing it! I can't believe I'm doing it!"

That's how I felt watching…

I fucking LOVE this film. It's my ultimate comfort film.

BUT.

There's a bit, a plot point, where Mary McDonnell was pretending to be hooked up with Stephen Tobolowsky on a computer date to get his office access card and his voice print and stuff and she gets stung. Except they make it look like she's not stung. And then, being a pro grifter, she goes "This is the last computer date I go on" and Ben Kingsley mafia-hacker goes…

If Casino Royale was a post-Bourne Bond, then Skyfall is most certainly a post-Tinker Tailor Bond. For a modern blockbuster, the pace is positively glacial, and for the first time in years, we see Bond engage in actual spycraft. This is a welcome relief to the exhausting parkour and shooting that so dominated the previous films.

What's not so welcome, though, is the fact that Sam Mendes has delivered an origin story not for the modern, 21st century Bond, but…