Dustin Baker’s review published on Letterboxd:
As Gob Bluth once said, I may have made a huge mistake.
Only four out of 23 (24) movies in and it already feels like the series is bored with itself. The running time of this movie feels interminable, as though it will outlast life itself. At one point I looked around the empty room and audibly asked it "How in the hell is this still on?" At this point Connery has gone beyond flippant to just being smug. And the endless parade of lethargic snorkeling scenes serve as an antidote to the notion of excitement.
The only real highlights is Bond being strapped to a mechanical spa bed and being forced to hump it until exhaustion wears him out, and the villain's henchmen look like they're wearing Pip Boy costumes from the Fallout games.