Another day, another Bond movie. Forgive me if I can’t get worked up about the McConcept, although David Arnold is, by any standards, a slick operator who does as much as anyone could to keep the formula fresh. Paul Oakenfold has a stab at remixing the James Bond theme, and, of course, Madonna and Mirwais concoct that title song. Here Madge contrives to sound like a tracheotomy victim rattling through an outtake from the Music album. “Sigmund Freud,” she croaks. We wonder why. Then we realise she’s simply trying to tell us she read a book once. Something she’s been trying to tell us for years and years. We’re not having it. You don’t marry Rodney Trotter if you’ve read a book. Uh-uh.