Saw Q of S last week here in Oz.
What a disappointment!
Craig was convincing as a new style Bond in (the remake) of Casino Royale. That film retained the witt and understatement of Fleming's character as a contradiction to the new pugnacious wild boy image. For example, check out the devastating psychoanalysis M's accountant practices on Bond when they first meet on the train, and the great dialogue as the various villains sit around the poker table: both examples of clever, dare I say it, adult writing.
Compare that with Q of S: just one unbelievable action sequence after another, each one terminated by an explosion of some kind. Then Bond's newly cut face appears ready for the quiet bits: Bond and his agent mentor-father-figure forgive each other their indiscretions before the old guy dies; next Bond, the wayward son type, confronts his M, his mother-substitute; and finally Bond commiserates with his guardian agent and brother-substitute, Felix. (does Bond like women any more?)
Like the Bourne Identity style action sequence editing, the story and the characters have been reduced to just another special FX action movie. Vale 007.