(Minor spoilers ahead.) I unexpectedly saw Quantum of Solace yesterday, after my regular dance hall was (somehow) unavailable and we didn’t fancy going back home. The cinema was surprisingly empty but for the people behind us, who were either worried about deep vein thrombosis, had taken a deep dislike to my chair, or were silently yet vigorously bonking. I didn’t want to look.
Regarding the film: clearly the well of megalomaniac villains had dried up, but in itself provided inspiration, hence James Bond vs. Severn Trent. Next time he’ll be kicking cold-caller ass.