This...this was like the perfect apotheosis of the ridiculousness of the Bond genre. It was so magnificently dumb and starred more dumb people than have ever been gathered in one plot before (my theory is that there's a parallel MI6 where the competent people work. The Bond one is where they shove all the spies and admin people too dangerous to keep around).
In short, it was fabulous.
M! OH MY GOD M. The least competent person to ever run an organization. Lets have a list of ALL THE SPIES! Let's not split that list up! Let's keep it on a laptop! WHY DO YOU NEED A LIST OF ALL THE SPIES???? AND WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT LIST ON A LAPTOP HARDDRIVE? Clearly, not even Q has heard of the cloud. OR FIREWALLS. I admired that the bigger the error she had clearly made the bitchier she got. Basically, her one strategy is to shoot people. Well, that's not fair: the other one is to read poetry at people. Because I know if my spymaster had lost the list of ALL THE SPIES reading Tennyson's Ulysses would be what I wanted to hear.
Given M's bad example a lot of Bond's lesser incompetence makes sense. Only in this universe would driving to Scotland with the head of ALL THE SPIES to an isolated manor house WHERE THERE ARE NO GUNS be a good plan and one other people went along with.
And how awesome was it that EVERYTHING was literal in this film. SKYFALL IS A REAL PLACE. With stags and graves and a priest's hole. AND EMO GRAVES OF EMONESS. And that they didn't even bother to explain how Bond had escaped his early death. They just showed Daniel Craig without his shirt on being fondled in a beach shanty and went ahead from there and defied you to even care about plot.