Who doesn’t love a good action flick with hunky guys in suits and sexy girls in…nothing… that actually makes you feel smarter in the end?

On the surface, Skyfall feels like the kind of fun, Friday-night movie that allows you to just shut off your neurotic mind and enjoy a tub of popcorn (and a soda that would make Bloomberg cringe with sugary resentment).

But lo and behold, the end credits start rolling, and not only do you have the sudden urge to drive , but you also have that weird sense of accomplishment that you get after watching some smartsy, well-written, possibly New Wave, indie drama. Where the hell did that come from?

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