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It's precisely because Brosnan is so good as Bond that you wish the new movies had as much personality as the old ones.
The latest 007 extravaganza has enough plot developments, double-entendres, emotional underpinnings and, of course, Bond girls, action scenes and explosions to furnish at least a couple of Bondfests, with plenty left over for an episode of Nash Bridges.
So long as the Brits are sweeping obsolete institutions like the House of Lords into the dustpan of history, may we recommend the broom for James Bond?
Sharon Pian Chan,
The action sequences are decent; they just aren't as clever as before.
New York Post:
The most gratifying thing about the film is that director Michael Apted and his writing team understand that James Bond isn't just another action hero.
What do the James Bond series, the Chicago Cubs, and Master P's No Limit empire have in common? All owe their considerable commercial success more to loyalty, marketing, and tradition than to quality.
This keeps one reasonably amused, titillated, and brain-dead for a little over two hours.
Brosnan's repertoire of eyebrow arching while ogling and jaw clenching while escaping is by now entirely without flavor.
Globe and Mail:
Familiar and competent, the last Bond film of the millennium adheres to the formula and mostly succeeds in meeting the ritualistic demands of the series.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
The only bright spot is John Cleese's brief appearance as Q's associate, R. Could we pretty please have Cleese play Bond in the next one?
New York Times:
In his third and most comfortable effort to model the Bond mantle, Pierce Brosnan bears noticeably more resemblance to a real human being.
The score, by composer David Arnold, is the best in over a decade.
The World Is Not Enough is a splendid comic thriller, exciting and graceful, endlessly inventive.
Somewhere along the way the people behind the series stopped thinking of Bond movies as comic books for adults and began thinking of them as action movies.
San Francisco Chronicle:
A thoroughly satisfying, completely entertaining film that's also, rather surprisingly, an emotionally full experience.
The movie is better than you've heard, although that's not saying a lot.
Apted ensures it all passes by efficiently enough. And his extraordinarily well staged opening salvo is one of the most impressive Bond sequences yet.
Sees 007 undone by villainous scripting and misguided casting and acting in a couple of key secondary roles.
Far too reverent in its winking irreverence, the film treats a ragged formula as if it were sacred.
Worst of all is a ride through the pipeline in some kind of vague contrivance that looks like the pneumatic tubes from old-time newsrooms when they sent remakes down to composing in the last few minutes before deadline.
Wall Street Journal:
Most of all, though, I wondered how much longer people will pay to see a walking, running, driving, diving, punning, smirking, swimming, skiing, shooting, parachuting corpse.