No Time to Die
That’s no time to die, all right. Several decades too late. The complete anachronism of the whole thing is getting more and more preposterous. NANOMACHINES, SON!
It’s not the silly gadgets, the gas guzzlers, the evil villains that get shot in the unceremoniously. It’s the constant recycling of the stories, the laughable propaganda for a dead and buried empire, the fetishist focus on high end consumer good no longer manufactured in the UK.
Bond already loved someone so much he married her, then Blofeld murdered her magically. There’s also Vesper, referenced directly and the actual trigger of the whole plot.
Horatio Nelson, the Falklands, the Cod Wars, it’s all history. The UK shores are “menaced” by dinghies filled with people looking for a better life, or by French fishing boats exploiting Brexit confusion. The entire UK propaganda gets even more ridiculous as times goes by. We are led to believe M has Putin and Shinzo Abe’s numbers, and they care about him.
The UK bombing one of the Sakhalin Islands is technically unfeasible, let alone if you consider the political implications.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.