On this occasion we join Bond in Istambul, chasing a stolen computer disk that contains the occulted identities of Nato agents. After a suspenseful chase across a marketplace, rooftops and a thundering train, the disk is lost, and for a moment so is 007. But after a rather long, barbaric title sequence he reappears in M's home, unshaven and off his game. Nevertheless, M puts him back on the case, which takes him to some of the world's most exotic corners.
Daniel Craig remains Bond incarnate, but there's a warmth to his banter with Eve and we even learn about the loss of his parents.
Robert Wade and John Logan's script incessantly reminds us of Bond's physical prowess is on the wane, but his verbal sparring, both with M and foe Raoul Silva (Javier Bardem) is almost as inscrutable as The Dark Knight's Joker himself: Bardem's camp turn makes him the oddest Bond villain since the Roger Moore era, and his nicotine hair flops queasily over his forehead.
By acknowledging the rise of cyberterrorism in the same way Nolan played on the West's new vulnerability in the wake of 9/1, Skyfall is a Bond film for the anonymous generation.
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