Netflix and I have a complicated relationship. I resent the endless scrolling, the autoplay trailers, and the algorithmic nudges toward shows I will never watch. But last week, Netflix did something I grudgingly have to admire: it quietly uploaded the entire James Bond back catalogue. All 25 films. And so began the most productive week of my retirement — binge-watching 007 in strict chronological order, from Connery’s first raised eyebrow in 1962 to Craig’s final bow in 2021. I have opinions. Strong ones. And a spreadsheet.
