The film is saved by the dazzling visual and plot consequences of moving between beautiful locations: a festive Italian city, London sleet, a Haitian port, snowy Russia, etc. There are one or two excellent scenes in Bolivia, during one of which the tense psychic atmosphere of international spying seeps into the moist, husky rhythms of a pseudo-authentic sidewalk bar, but mostly the movie stinks of special effects, multiple, conflicted levels of directorial intention, and lame attempts capture the pop cultural zeitgeist. The only two relatable characters - a prim British agent who apparently had a desk job at MI6 and an aging spy in retirement in Cairo - are offed unceremoniously. As many reviewers have noted, the Bond film has become too influenced by the Born (The Sketch Bro-Identity) series, a film brand too violent, merciless, humorless, sexless, loveless, and plotless for my taste. Expressionistic action scenes and big guns don't make good stories.
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