"Where the hell have you been?"
"Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty."
Daniel Craig as James Bond, Agent 007, looks world-weary and handsome, aging and chiseled. I like that. I can't lay claim to the good looks or chiseled part, but there's some comfort in knowing that when a near super-hero looks into a mirror, he's got more age lines staring back at him than I do.
When M16 is under threat and 007 is brought back from a "presumed-dead" status, he's hard-pressed to pass the rigorous physical and mental tests required to return to Her Majesty's service. He, of course, passes "Go" (otherwise what's the point of the movie?); and one of the great action movies of this decade is launched.
Although Skyfall did not receive Oscar nods for Picture, Actor, Directing, or Screenplay (and considering the competition, that was probably just), it nevertheless hits on all cylinders in each of those categories. Daniel Craig is superb. The directing of Sam Mendes (of American Beauty fame) brings the Bond series back to not only respectability but utter breathless awe. The storyline is compelling, and there is a human scale of emotion to the entire production that is often absent in Bond films. Javier Bardem is an oily and utterly perfect adjunct as the villain.
The nominations got it right for cinematography, sound, and music. It's a small miracle to have a Bond theme song that doesn't suck. Adele's rendition of Original Song nomination Skyfall surpasses the "doesn't-suck" standard stratospherically, hitting the same perfect notes as the rest of the movie.