The formidable Emma Thompson costars as a harpy prime minister, and Olga Kurylenko plays the unlikely love interest; mediocre white men somehow manage to hoodwink them both.

Can't Rowan Atkinson's bumbling parody of James Bond just leave well enough alone?

It's pleasantly ho-hum and is content to be so, and while that will work for some viewers for me that's just not a trait I can get excited about.

It’s a lame drudge of a film that I ended up viewing in a purgatory stasis – somewhere between annoyed and indifferent.