Spectre

I've never been a big fan of that beloved psychopath British-American cinema; James Bond 007. Of course, after a series of more than 25 films over 50 years, I have seen a number of them, especially on late night TV, when there is nothing more interesting to watch. What was holding me back, it was mainly the gross improbability of the situations, the caricatured characters facing a hero with an outdated machismo and almost papal invincibility.

That said, I went to see Skyfall the previous opus because of mainly favorable reviews and some measure of respect for the actor, Daniel Craig. I came out delighted and went back to see it again in IMAX.  Finally I said to myself: a smart movie with little gratuitous violence which had emotional consequences. James Bond could sometimes suffer. What realism!

So Spectre comes along. Having been won over to the series, I cheerfully brougth myself to the cinema, even if critics were not as glowing this time around. I must regret that they've returned to the cheesy recipe of: action-seduction-risk-win. All that I criticized earlier is back stronger than ever. An additional disappointment is Christopher Waltz, so great in "Django unchained" but so bland here. Malcolm McDowell would have been so superior in the skin of this king of villains.