‘No Time to Die’ review: Daniel Craig leads a fond Bond farewell, both nostalgic and grim

As Robert Graves wrote when he was ridding himself of stultifying English conventions, a generation before Sir Ian Fleming created James Bond: Goodbye to all that.

Watching the final Daniel Craig iteration of 007 settle his affairs and get right with his emotions in “No Time to Die,” the most plainly divided of all the Bond movies — nostalgic-retro, depressive-ashen, frisky-jokey, apocalyptic-sentimental — one can’t help but think a dozen hyphenated things at once.

Let’s start with: Good-great job, Mr. Craig.

Fleming’s visual conception of the chain-smoking, borderline-alcoholic intelligence agent with the “cruel” mouth may have been modeled