No, I won’t be going to see “Spectre”. I was part of the tiny minority of curmudgeons that thought “Skyfall” was tedious, so I have absolutely no intention of being caught out again. (The Irish Times was a gallant exception on Daniel Craig’s last outing. I love that line about the climax being a cross between “Withnail & I” and “Home Alone”. So true, so true.) What really intrigues me is that the mainstream reviews for both films have been so overwhelmingly, hysterically positive. Five stars? Really? What are the critics seeing that I can’t? As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, my problem isn’t just with Bond blockbusters. I’ve reached the point now where I assume that the reviewers are writing for some idealized twenty-something reader who doesn’t mind lorry-sized holes in storylines, and who knows who’ll be sitting on Jonathan Ross’s sofa each week. I don’t live in that world, and I don’t understand the grammar. I’m just a puzzled onlooker.
Although I did watch “Sideways” again this weekend for the first time in ten years, and loved it even more than I did when I saw it at the cinema. Perhaps there is hope for me yet.