Starring Pierce Brosnan, Robert Carlyle, Judy Dench, Sophie Marceau and Denise Richards.

The World is not Enough is the latest in the ever-growing line of the world's greatest sequelled movies -- the continuing adventures of Bond, James Bond, 007 This time Bond, James Bond is battling a rampant super-terrorist, played by Robert Carlyle, a man with a super-grudge against MI6 in general and M (Dench) in particular after the spy queen authorised an assassination on him. The assassin, another MI6 agent, did actually cap the terrorist but rather than die, he reappears on the international terrorism scene, stronger and angrier than ever. Ironically, it was the assassin's bullet made him so. Seems the bullet lodged deep in his brain is slowly killing off all his senses -- touch, taste, smell, pain etc and will, eventually, kill him. Of course with his new-found strength and heightened anger at the establishment, his plans for wreaking havoc on the world peak and, with the aid of an equally ruthless and filthy-rich partner, sets about destroying the world's major oil supply routes -- or at least their competitors' supply routes, leaving their own pipeline with monopoly status in the oil-hungry western world.

Enter Bond, James Bond armed with ageless wit, sexist quips and whatever techno-wizardry Q (and his understudy, R (John Cleese)) can muster, to save the world -- again.

The World is not Enough takes us back a step or two to the Bond formula of old. The women and the sexist one-liners are back in force (after a brief toning down in the last installment and possibly the one before as well). He even takes us a few steps further back (unthinkable in previous Bond flicks and, at the risk of giving too much away) actually shoots a woman -- an unarmed woman. But she deserved it.

The one concession to modern realism this time round, if concession were called for, is the fact that the indestructible, unflappable Bond, James Bond is shaken, stirred and seriously injured. Sure he's been in a few sticky situations where pain and angst are momentary dramatic insertions, but this time, in the usual, action-packed, opening sequence Bond, James Bond dislocates a shoulder and carries the injury (valiantly) through the rest of the film.

The biggest disappointment with this, as with every previous Bond, is the car. Not that it isn't a seriously horny piece of modern automotive engineering, slightly modified by Q. The big disappointment is in the small part it plays -- used, abused and discarded in the twinkling of an eye.

Pierce Brosnan (the born-to-be-Bond Irish acting legend) pulls off another fine performance as the world's coolest agent.

His performance and the scriptwriters' reversion to the classic Bond style make for a very enjoyable adventure for Bond fans. I have heard the odd call of hoh hum from those that are not into the genre but, each to their own. The true Bond, James Bond fan will be very happy with this.