A Russian hotty wants to defect, and bring with her a decoding machine. However, she’ll only defect straight into the arms of everyone’s favourite super spy, Mr. James Bond. It all sounds too good to be true, and of course, it is.
I was disappointed that this wasn’t actually set in Russia, since I’m completely obsessed with the place. Instead it was set in Istanbul, which meant that my friend who’d been there was piping up with ‘I’ve been there… I’ve been there… I haven’t been there’ every few minutes.
While it had a good gypsy girl fight, and James Bond starred in his own sex tape (à la Tulisa, Paris Hilton and that Screech off Saved by the Bell – not together), I also had to suffer through an interminable train journey, where everyone just got confused about who was double crossing who, and I lost interest.
It seems that this is considered to be one of the best Bond movies, but I’d have to disagree. While I say да to James Bond, I say нет to this particular instalment.