My impulse would be to immediately return to campy cold-war shenanigans with volcano bases, quirky henchmen and spy gadgets. But without physical Ken Adam sets, practical effects and Harold Sakarta actually decapitating the statue with the bowler hat, it would still lack the magic.

Modern Bond has been a multi-instalment lampshade of the fact that everything that Bond is doing could probably be achieved with a couple phishing emails.

An apolitical Spectre feels trite in a world where rich nazi freaks are openly committing every type of crime with full government backing.