I'm a bit disappointed in the recent semi-rebooted gritty James Bond movies.
They're good films, and they're far better than the burgeoning silliness of the last of the old run of movies (...an invisible car? Really?). But a lot of that silliness was just misapplication of one of the hallmarks of the classic Bond movies: Gadgets.
The gadgets played a large role in making Bond films what they were, but they sort of stayed phase-locked in the Seventies. Bond might have been remote-controlling his BMW [shudder] with a Nokia or something, but the Third Doctor had a frickin' remote-controlled car in 1971. Bond didn't even have a gadget with a cutting laser on it until 1983.
If you're going to have Bond gadgets again beyond the low-key stuff in the rebooted films, you have to make them truly impressive. Not something, like an invisible car, that could have been dreamed up in 1970 as easily as 2002.
This is the secretest of secret agents going on the most important missions ever, after all. He should be kitted out with and backed up by with the very best superblack reverse-engineered-from-crashed-flying-saucers ultra-technology that can be created by the distinguished successors to Bletchley Park (and all the other people whose discoveries went into Tizard's briefcase).
Bond has been shepherded into a lift by Q, and they descend. For a rather long time.
On the way down, Q explains that MI6 and, ah, some higher-numbered agencies, rather suspect that certain developments in mechanical augmentation of human strength, for military and industrial purposes, may have fallen into the wrong hands.
And that there is no real reason for these systems to be limited to only a man-sized exoskeleton, or indeed for constructors to tolerate the weakness of a normal human body within it, if one is willing to take certain rather drastic steps to ameliorate this problem.
And that Her Majesty's Secret Services have been working on their own systems to combat this threat, but have faced certain ethical obstacles.
The lift doors open to reveal a warehouse-like space, harshly illuminated by overhead fluorescents, and dotted with computer installations, machine tools, and agglomerations of technology of unclear purpose.
The giant room is dominated, however, by a looming object in its centre. A mad profusion of cables and pipes and screens and scaffolding and catwalks surrounds, and obscures, a metallic shape about the size of a terrace house.
Q turns to Bond, and says, "For this project to succeed, 007, we needed someone with great familiarity with our most advanced systems; otherwise the training process would be impossibly difficult. There were several candidates, but owing to the... the nature of the project, none were acceptable."
"Well, not to put too fine a point on it, we needed their brain, and about six inches of spinal cord, which is rather-"
"Which is, is of course, more than we were prepared to ask any servant of the Queen to volunteer. But then-"
"What the hell are you-"
"But then, the previous Q had, well, he had a car accident. And, fortuitously..."
He waves vaguely at the huge shape in the middle of that mass of pipes and cables.
With a subsonic hum, the shape changes.
It stands up.
Many of the cables and pipes drop away, as the giant machine takes a step forward. The concrete floor trembles noticeably as its foot comes down.
The machine stops.
"NOW PAY ATTENTION, DOUBLE-O-SEVEN."