Edited together by a monkey on amphetamines.

Rating: 1/10 (20 March 2009)

You might have considered it an inspired choice to hire a director of the calibre of Marc Forster, with real pedigree to his name. Films such as the emotional and touching Kite Runner showed that the Bond produces had hired no journey man or executive poodle; this was a director who cared about films. But if this film demonstrates nothing else it shows that directors of one genre no matter how good do not automatically translate to be good directors in other genres.
The direction is truly dreadful; the manic almost random editing of scenes made me feel genuinely sick and gave me a headache for the rest of the evening. Put simply this director did not know how to direct. He had no idea how to create suspense and pace or develop a narrative the audience could follow. Instead we are left with fragmented plot lines, scenes jumping from one to the other so random that you feel that the cinema projector must had missed a reel.
What Casino Royal did to revive Bond, Quantum in equal measure did to bury it again. Casino gave us a director, who understood the craft of action films, developing a kinetic post modern Bond seeping with class. Quantum is mess; it makes no sense and seems to have been edited together by a monkey on amphetamines. The worse bond ever, no question, no debate; Bond will need another resurrection after this film, but will it work twice?