The Return of Ian Fleming's James Bond 007: Quantum of Solace: Casino Royale Part II is the most artistically shot and paced of the adventures, yet also the driest, quietest, and possibly most contemplative outside of choice portions of On Her Majesties Secret Service. The villain's masterplan is a ham-fisted snore, but that isn't the thesis to the work, which instead centers around the twisting of vengeance.
Bond drives too much. Cars. Boats. Planes. He isn't given much to do but react to minutes and minutes of gunfire in these scenes, and the stunt coordinator from the Jason Bourne films doesn't linger long enough (being the stunt coordinator from Jason Bourne and all). Not to abandon the approach altogether, the hand to hand choreography and delivery work.
All the returning characters from Casino Royale come off as darker, wounded. If audiences are expecting lush fantasies, they'll come up short. If a cold, not necessarily inventive but otherwise solid follow-up is in their bag of expectations, then they'll find a ride worth taking.