It begins promisingly, with Pierce Brosnan biting into the role of James Bond in a way he never quite managed in GoldenEye. This time, the villain is a fascist media mogul (Jonathan Pryce) who wants to rule the global techno-information empire. The film creates some dramatic urgency by having him married to a former Bond flame (Teri Hatcher). And then? Then the cocktail gets stirred into oblivion. The action scenes in a Bond thriller are now about as exciting as an over-the-hill New Orleans stripper still twirling her tassels for applause. Bond is just a glorified stuntman now; he’s lost his license to thrill.