The World Is Not Enough is the worst Bond film ever made, worse than even late bad-fashion, Roger Moore duds A View To a Kill or Moonraker. And Brosnan has clearly proven to be the most tedious of the five Bonds. He's got two moves: a smirk and over-the-top rage which has him endlessly pointing his gun in the face of some person.
Still, Bonds are rarely super multi-dimensional. And they offer beautiful sights, jaw-dropping stunts, good gadgets, a certain clever patter, Bond's ingenuity, hot chicks and intriguing villains with grand designs.
The World Is Not Enough has none of these things. It is set almost exclusively in the drab former Soviet Union; the stunts are ho hum and old (another ski chase, another boat chase, more travel in an oil pipeline); the gadgets are routine (he can make his car come to him - whoopee!); the repartee is awful (the only good line is the ending line); Bond is no longer ingenious - most things just drop into his lucky lap; the chicks are okay (Sophie Marceau is a little serious for my tatse; Denise Richards is so ridiculously Charlie's Angels that she held no interest - where the hell is Barabra Carrera when we need her?)) and the villains have no design, other than financial (almost as bad as in Goldeneye, when the whole movie centered around Jonathan Pryce getting tv rights in China). Worse, it is accompanied by a relentlessly cheezy Bond theme meets drum machine.
Finally, and most egregiously, Bond is again emotionally involved with a woman (that's two out of three for Brosnan), adding to the snooze.
What the Bond series needs is a new Bond (Jeremy Northam can do two or three and then we can get to Ewan MacGregor), and trustworthy misogynistic writers.
