With expectations running high that Skyfall would exceed Casino Royale, Skyfall did not even exceed Quantum of Solace. Although the first 30 minutes or so keep us on the edge of our seats, the next 2 hours was nothing more than Bond meets the BBC's Masterpiece Theater. The film took a right turn and delved into issues with Bond's aging body and M's retirement plans. I understand that the series needs to transition to new ideas and new characters, but gone were the cars, the girls and the British humor. Instead, Skyfall seemed to be trying to reach a new demographic, the gay and lesbian market. And to make matters worst, several of the scenes were more like ad placement for popular products like Macallan malt scotch. Javier Bardem, made it a point to name the product, drink it and comment on the flavor. Then we learn its Bond's favorite scotch. What happen to the Vespar martini? Personally, I liked the idea of Quantum carrying over Casino's story line. I had hope that Skyfall would carry over some of the story, but no. I'm still wondering what happen to Mr. White. Bottom line, when the movie finished, no one applauded and the classic out-going anthem was replaced with a serene ballad. I did not even stay to read the credits. Chris Cornell must be scratching his head. Word will spread and unfortunately this will be a DVD rental before the end of the year.