The latest Bond film sees our eponymous hero fighting his way through the Underground during rush hour in pursuit of a dangerous man hell bent on death and destruction. One of the stations that they used for this sequence, I noticed, was actually Bond Street ( although they’d changed the signs to make it somewhere else instead). In the scene Bond somehow manages to push his way through the press of commuter bodies and work his way down the successive carriages. This is when the film lost me. I thought that this new age of Bond was all about gritty realism, about grounding the stories in something that feels like the real world. All that was thrown away when they ignored the fact that anybody behaving like that on the train during rush hour would most likely have been stamped to the ground by whooping commuters, dragged off at the next station and then ritually fed to an escalator as a sacrifice to appease the delay gods.

I’ve seen it happen.

Spotted by Viktor Németh