No Time to Die

There's a big spoiler below. You know what to do.

This is the first Bond film since the start of the Brosnan era that I haven't seen in the cinema. I would really have liked to go, too, but the pandemic just didn't allow for it. Having now seen the film, I was probably lucky.

The truth is, this film was always almost certain to be Daniel Craig's third-best - it was going to have to go some to beat the stellar "Casino Royale" or "Skyfall", while "SPECTRE" was just dire, and "Quantum of Solace" was ruined by a writer's strike. Still, given the gulf between the really good and the really bad, there was a lot of scope for it to go either way.

And, alas, "No Time to Die" is very much at the lower end of the scale - it's way too long, it's really quite dull, and it's entirely devoid of humour. Basically, it's a slow burn all leading up to, well, nothing much really.

I was rather amused by the tagline, "James Bond will Return", right at the end of the credits, though - Bond pretty definitively dies in this one, which raises the question of how. (Though three answers immediately leap to mind: one is the "Man With the Golden Gun" (novel) approach - he's grabbed by Russians, reconstructed and brainwashed, and sent to kill M; one is that they jump back in time and do a 60's spy film; one is that they just reboot. Or, I suppose, they could completely ignore it and just carry on.)

But a big part of me thinks that this should just be the end. We've now had decades of people desperately trying to cast a female James Bond, a notion that makes no more sense than a male Jane Eyre. What they're really asking is that MGM instead stop making Bond films, and make something else instead. And maybe it really is time for exactly that.