Oh So Sad End to a Movie Institution Oh dear, Craig has been the best Bond, forget the nostalgia buffs longing for the bewigged, far too old Conner, Craig, was cold, laconic and ruthless, exactly as Fleming described him in his original novels.
Ahh to come to this, a poorly scripted, confused shambles of a tale, poorly directed and far too WOKE to be anything close to what Bond should ever be.
The casting showed the biggest errors, with a mumbling incoherent, pathetic Mr Big, surely the weakest, least threatening villain ever to grace the screen. Likewise Bonds love interest, poorly acted by an extremely plain mouse of a woman. The real Bond would absolutely never have settled for this drab creature as his love of his life, it made about as much sense as the rest of the frankly amateur plot.
The acting throughout was tired and everyone appeared to want to just get it all over with. If the new 007 is indeed intended to be the new 007, again the casting makes the jaw and heart drop. There is no screen presence, wooden acting and clumsy movement in the action scenes, despite the films title this actually is a very good time to die.