Elegance in action, the blond Bond returns with intentional swagger. He’s aging, and the underlying truism of this tale is that people age like wine, only improving upon acquaintance.
His word remains as good as his name, and “M,” as Dame Dench is called, stands poised for a bit of explosive field work of her own.
Ralph Fiennes joins up. But it is Javier Bardem who stuns, as usual. Out of his John Waynish trustworthy norm, Bardem pulls off a deeply paradoxical brash and hideous alongside the posh effeminate – a brilliant foe for our blessed patriot.
Looks may fade, but neither bullet nor brunette can take out a Bond.