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Elton has free reign to give life to just about any flight of fancy, but what he produces is quite ordinary.

Branagh has an easy way with a camera and isn't afraid of sentiment, but he offsets this with a good line in comedy that cuts through the softer stuff like an astringent.

As comfy and cosily British as a nice cup of tea and a biscuit.

By focusing on the journey of how a spy becomes the Bond, James Bond we all know, the movie manages the impossible task of coping with all the baggage laid before it and reinvigorating our interest.

The character is more sentimental, than exacting.

There's a new Conan on the block, and he's in space!

The Director's Cut, as expected, beefs up the storyline with more established characters and small scenes to make sense of previously disorientating sub-plots.

[Brosnan is] put through his paces by Maori director Lee Tamahori and comes out of it stirred, but not shaken.

While clearly aimed at fans of Bond, there's a lot to sell this to those who are unfamiliar to the franchise.

The writing is consistently sharp and funny.

Where Goldeneye stands out is when it challenges the typical Bondian blueprint.

By this point in his career, Ken Branagh had found his voice and a set of skills to match his confidence.

A gem for lovers of great show tunes.

A film like this is great for kids: fun, bright, short (76 minutes) and action packed, with a soft nurturing touch.

But the real disappointment is Everett, who gives a lazy performance, as if he knows he can do this backwards and simply can't be bothered.

Eyre does nothing with the camera except place it in line with an actor.

Though he gets relatively little screentime, the underrated Hammer delivers a nuanced performance that forms the film's emotional core.

If you can tolerate the soft focus and picture postcard shots in return for a pleasant, feelgood movie, by all means go see it.

The film is directed with an air of dignity and the performances are deserving of eternal praise, but as a child of the movies, I was sucked helplessly into a comatose state of boredom.

A somewhat ponderous retelling.

Overall, the film doesn't quite achieve the level of dramatic tension it should.

What might have been a costume gala, sponsored by the Scottish Tourist Board, is far tougher and more uncompromising.

Martin Sherman's script is witty; Judi Dench has terrific fun with Mrs H; Stephen Frears directs with sensitivity, not to say aplomb.

If Ustinov emphasised the humour of Poirot and Suchet the meticulousness, Branagh manages to bridge the two, while also bringing an unexpected note of soulfulness and melancholy to his performance.

You could wash your hair, play scrabble and still not miss the point.

It reminds me of a series of auditions where actresses, lighting experts, choreographers and so on, all demonstrate their impeccable skills. What is totally lacking is any semblance of a film upon which to apply them.

Eyre’s direction is flawless and Patrick Marber’s screenplay perfectly pitched.

This high-speed dash through the story, gets away with some of its failings thanks to its sheer velocity but it just as often hurtles past what could be a poignant moment, when you wish Williamson would just take a breath.

This will have even the bitterest viewer sobbing into their popcorn.

This is the first time in ages - perhaps ever - that the hot-blooded delights of a country house ball have been shown to be fun.

Quantum of Solace is lacking the unique 007 vibe.

Those parts of the plot concerned with the politics and practice of espionage are frequently overshadowed by the romance themes, the result being more Mills & Boon than John le Carré.

The cast could not be better.

Retaining the waspish asides of the first movie but able to bring much more fragility to the fore, Smith effortlessly exposes a contradictory combination of fear and bravery that many older people will find familiar.

The air is heavy with irony, light with laughter and alive with love.

Spacey gives a remarkable performance.

This is the best-looking Bond film ever made.

Six Minutes To Midnight is a labour of love and it shows us how innocence can be lost.

The location is breathtaking, the period absorbing, the story heartwarming and the acting so fine you want to leap from your seat and shout something inappropriate, such as 'Encore!'

Judi Dench has become the living embodiment of fine acting, so much so that it is easy to take her for granted. Don't even think it!

Thought provoking and well acted.

James Bond is back with a vengeance.