You’d be hard-pressed to find a single film franchise that’s
more iconic than the exploits of agent 007. The actors, the girls, the gadgets,
the quips, the cars, even the booze; all of it has reached a phenomenal level
of cultural relevance. It is almost to the point where, a thousand years from
now, future civilisations are going to assume that British people did nothing
but drink rocket fuel martinis and snark at each other all day… okay, bad
example. What I’m getting at with all this is that, with each new instalment,
there is an automatic expectation that comes with them. Now, bear in mind that
anything and everything that is said here is from the perspective of a very
recent casual fan of the series; hell, the first Bond film I saw in cinemas was
Skyfall. To be fair though, that’s a pretty damn good place to start. But
how does its sequel turn out?
