Reblogged from my Letterboxd list:
By Skyfall, the Daniel Craig Bonds had already stopped pretending to be the gritty reinvention of the character heralded by Casino Royale, so the poor reception for Spectre – for doing just that, it appears – is hard to swallow, especially when even more than its predecessor it’s a bold-faced (po-faced?) greatest-hits collection. It’s a shame that this comes at the expense of its internal logic, and over a bloated two-and-a-half hours, I’ll give the critics that. But there’s enough melodramatic silliness to entertain in the spirit of the classic Bonds, even if lacking their nostalgic charm.