At the risk of sounding like the old fart I probably am, I have to say that the Bond films interest me hardly at all these days. In my book, Sean Connery was the one true Bond, with credible plots and characters, and From Russia with Love the best of the bunch, with a gradual deterioration after Goldfinger. The Roger Moore series, fun though they were, simply made the villains more and more ridiculous, the stunts less and less possible and the humour mostly out of place - and nothing since has redeemed the genre. I have seen them all since (I think) apart from Spectre (won't bother either) and thought that Skyfall was poor, if not complete rubbbish - and worsened by that dreadful mournful dirge of a song.
I'm rapidly gaining the view that most entertainment, along with a large measure of lifestyle, has gone steadily downhill since Grace Archer died. And now we are in danger of stilettos going out of fashion (again) ...