Bond was different in the sixties.
Dr No, From Russia With Love, Goldfinger, On Her Majesty's Secret Service - things were camp, crude, mildly racist and deeply misogynistic. And people loved it.
It's something that's mercifully lacking in the modern Bond: times have moved on, we've all grown up and now we realised that calling a female character Pussy Galore isn't as empowering as we first thought.
But sometimes, on lonely Friday nights when we've had a bit too much of the world, we crave the camp. We miss the crude. We want something a bit... zany.
What we need is Casino Royale recut as a 1960s trailer.