Salting the Battlefield

The final part of the trilogy and the this one just limps out the door leaving one wondering just what the point was. The actors, acting and even the script were OK for what they were BUT what they were just didn't amount to much. I like Nighy but his constant melancholy droning, as if he's panting for breath whenever he speaks, really grated towards the end, as did is EVER bloody whingeing daughter, I mean jeez, just STFU! I can't help thinking Nighy had a hand in directing this, I can't see ANY other reason why women under half his age would be constantly bewitched by him, fawning over him as if they want him to jump their bones, he cuts a certain look but let's be honest, he ain't no Sean Connery as Bond! And as ever, let's play Jazz all the time to make the main character seem like an intellectual who is not beyond playing outside the rules, but dude, you got played, big time! Better than the dreadful Turks and Caicos but not as good as Page 8.