And then they went to a glamorous place, to find someone. Then there was loads of shooting, and they found the name of someone else, so they went to another glamorous place to find them. And then there was loads of shooting. Etc.
It delivered everything visually/viscerally I’d expect from a Bond film – whilst at no point triggering the “ooh, I’d really like to see that bit again!” reaction.
No Time to Die
