In some of the most exciting news about somebody not doing something ever, it's emerged that Skyfall director Sam Mendes won't be returning to "helm" the next Bond film, even though he never said that he would and often suggested that he wouldn't. Still, that's no reason for us not to pull on our Roger Moore underpants and boot up the Speculatotron 2000, if only so we can say "told you so, ner ner ner-ner-ner" in the unlikely event that we're right. In a Shiznit first, Neil and Ali double-team James Bond to lay down the rules for who should and shouldn't be allowed within megaphoning distance of Bond 24.
Welp, here we are; twelve months of dodgy graphics and suspect gameplay, leading up to this final gamey tribute to the cinematic adventures of James Bond. Along the way we've jumped, ducked and QWOP'd, startled pigeons and murdered monkeys, and lovingly ripped off Canabalt, Doodle Jump, Pilotwings and even SkiFree for Windows 3.1. So what does this final challenge have in store? Let's just say you've got to get angry... you've got to make the Skyfall!
"This shit is fucking bullshit," Lee told reporters at the launch of the James Bond Blu-ray boxset. "I'm 90 fucking years old. Enough with this Scaramanga shit already. Let me go back to fucking bed, for fuck's sake."
After the racing start that was Casino Royale, Quantum Of Solace felt like an unscheduled pitstop; Craig stuck in the driving seat, sitting frustrated and static while the Bond engineers frantically retooled his vehicle against the clock. I'm happy to report that Skyfall sees Bond well and truly back on track: a turbo-boosted return to form with all cylinders firing. It's not without its problems, but Skyfall walks that fine line between homage and evolution so confidently, it frequently breaks into a strut.