The through line of capitalism running from the exploitation of labor to the inevitable exploitation of emotions. The currents of manipulation in the flow or art and entertainment. The things you need to feel, coded into nostalgia, fed back to you in repeating loops until the only thing that matters is your association to the iconography of nostalgia. "Narrative is dead." Says the marketing exec. Plug me into the Catrix.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In every Craig Bond film but one he either quits or is presumed dead and uses that time to get away from it all having to then make a decision to return. Between on-screen and off, Craig's tenure has largely been about not wanting to be Bond, or subsequently ending Bond. I don't think I really want any more Bond films at this point, but whatever they do next, I hope Bond, and whoever plays Bond, enjoys being Bond.