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A villian developing a massive destruction weapon that could destroy human life, a woman and a child in jeopardy and only one man that can fix all this: James Bond. Did we see it before? Of course, it's a remake of a remake of a remake of any spy movie. So, producers sit down at the long table and, with $250 mil in their hands to spend, decided: "Well, let's try something different this time. Let's kill Bond." What I think of that can be expressed like this: Bond deserved more than a missile blast to say goodbye. But, as the movie turned out to be an overwhelming 163-min excuse to put an end to an iconic character, it doesn't surprise me the lack of imagination put into it. All of us have noticed that the franchise owners worry a lot to offer more and more daring twists to the essence of James Bond. But this time, IMHO, they crossed the line. It feels like watching a construction company smashing down a traditional house to rise a new, 21th century skyscraper, destroying the beauty, the romanticism of the original structure. Of course, to accomplish that they have to wait for the homeowner to leave: Mr. Connery died last year. We cannot do anything to stop it, but let me say just one thing, and I'm sure I'm not wrong: Ian Fleming would have despised "No time to die". Albert R. Broccoli would have loathed it. And, of course, Mr. Connery. And Mr. Moore.

People who stayed to read the full credits have surely read the last words on screen: "James Bond will return". I conclude this with a message for the new generation of Eon Productions: don't you dare. If some decency still remains in your greedy hearts, don't do it. Seriously. Don't.