Marc Forster directed the latest Bond, Quantum of Solace, as though he'd never heard of a Steadicam and it didn't occur to him that if he was going to use a hand-held camera so much he probably shouldn't have given it to a hung-over cinematographer with the shakes who seems to have been swatting away little flying pink elephants at the same time he was framing his shots.
Or maybe Forster knew what he was doing by making us watch his movie with the same feeling we'd have driving down an unpaved mountain road at high speed while trying to keep an eye on a pair of cats fighting in the back seat. He wanted to keep us so discombobulated that we wouldn't notice that Quantum of Solace is just a string of pointless chase scenes interrupted occasionally by martial arts demonstrations and improbably fiery explosions with nothing but a conventional Hollywood revenge fantasy for a plot to hold them together.
Forster didn't have much else to work with. Another martini joke, a clumsy quote from Goldfinger, and one---implied---sex scene.
Daniel Craig might be a good Bond, if he ever gets to play the part. In Casino Royale the point was that he hadn't grown into the Bond we all know and love. In Quantum of Solace there's no joke, no growth, no character at all. Whoever it is Craig's supposed to be he's not Bond. He's just a thug with a really bad temper. The part might as well have been played by Jason Statham. If Judi Dench's M wasn't around, this wouldn't have been a Bond movie at all.
I think Forster was apologizing for that at the end. The signature sighting of Bond down the barrel of a gun that opened all the Bond movies before Casino Royale Forster has put just before the final credits roll, as if to promise, not as at the end of the other movies, "James Bond will return in..." but "The next one will be a real Bond, I swear."