Spectre (2015)

The villain is muted, the political machinations too bureaucratic to make me care, and the love interest (no, not the widow Bond fucks right after her husband's funeral) is too combative to so quickly be conquered by his charms. Even Blofeld's torture of Bond -- which, by description, should basically leave him a shell of his former self -- only seemed to cause fleeting pain from which he fully recovered in minutes.

It's a serious falloff in quality and sensibility from the preceding few. Gary and I both fell asleep in the last 10 minutes or so, forcing us to rewind in case we'd missed anything significant (we hadn't).

C+