The New York Times | ‘Spectre’ Review
New York Times
Does it mean something that James Bond drinks a dirty martini in “Spectre,” the latest in the seemingly unkillable franchise? It’s too soon to know, though true Bondologists will be parsing this new drink’s significance shortly. As more of an amateur in all-things Bond, I had hoped a dirty bomb would go boom or that the actress Léa Seydoux would do something unspeakable to Daniel Craig, given that the pre-credit sequence features female nudes writhing alongside an octopus with busy arms. Part of the bankable pleasure of the series, after all, is that every so often, among the usual guns and girls, the unexpected happens — a bikini stops the film, a villain revs it up, Bond surprises.
