007 slips on his tuxedo for the 19th time, this time in pursuit of international terrorist Renard, who has the huge advantage of being unable to feel pain due to a bullet lodged in his brain. Heading off to the Balkans, Bond meets his old sparring partner Zukovsky and becomes embroiled with Dr Christmas Jones, the most ridiculously unlikely-looking nuclear physicist imaginable. The stunning speedboat opening sequence gives a taster of the usual high quality stunts, Carlyle makes a satisfyingly barking bad guy, and Brosnan strolls effortlessly through his role. Not the best Bond movie ever, but not the worst either.