Hey, you’re preaching the choir, there, buddy. I for one hated the pseudo-dramatic pretentious claptrap of the Brosnan entries, especially since the “deep psychological ponderings” were usually punctuated by action scenes with less of a hold on real-world logic or physics than a Warner Bros cartoon. I remember walking out of TWINE asking my wife, “When did James Bond turn into Peter Parker”? I was first attracted to Bond as an object of wish-fulfillment, and it’s hard to admire a “hero” who’s more miserable than I am.
I’m just saying that once EON decided to go down that road, they should’ve had the courage of their convictions. Instead we get yet another Brozza flic that’s neither fish nor fowl.
And even the characters seem to know it, hence that exchange: “Someone’s going to have my ass,” “First things first.” Bond himself is saying, “I’ve been in this movie 19 times already, and I know the part you’re here to fill.”
Arguably, the “big reveal” is out the window the moment Jones shows up. We already have our misgivings about Elektra based on her various hang-ups. As soon as as another girl shows up, one so one-dimensional it’s impossible to imagine a deeper motive, we can guess how it’s going to play out.