Sure, but my main point is that you've used ad hominem attacks throughout to delegitimise any opinion that doesn't agree with yours, most commonly that anyone that thinks the ending was a mistake is 'over-emotional,' 'handwringing,' or of a 'delicate disposition' and that people will change their minds when they can just calm themselves down enough, and the posts in conjunction read to me like you were trying to minimise any criticism by effectively saying that those that disagree are part of that same anti-woke toxic fandom (and that couldn't be further from my own politics so I bristled at it), and the final post seemed to be suggesting that anyone that didn't like the ending is an old-fashioned, outdated, traditionalist - if I misinterpreted that, then I apologise, but my point was about the reliance on ad hominem attacks (directed against a person, rather than against what that person says). I'm simply pointing out that art is subjective and while you may disagree with someone's response and are free to argue your point, I don't think it is right to keep claiming people are somehow not in control of their emotions because they take a different position to you. One other thing I would point out with the ending is that here in the UK these movies are regularly shown on TV on a Sunday afternoon - Sunday afternoon movies is how many of us were introduced to Bond (like you, I'm in my 30s and Goldeneye was my first in cinema Bond, but I had seen many on TV as a child) and at a young age. They're still shown regularly during the day (even the Craig films) and enjoyed in that manner. The producers are aware of that. Yes stories should be told in the best way for them, but it's a bit like if they made a Bugs Bunny cartoon where Elmer Fudd shot, killed and ate him - entirely realistic, but maybe not appropriate for Bugs Bunny given its intended audience and the genre of story its telling (which to me, for Bond, is escapist fantasy). I'd hate to see a man ski down a mountain chased by multiple villains shooting at him, jump off the edge and open up a Union Jack parachute just as you thought he was about to plummet in an Ingmar Bergman movie (although I love Bergman), but I thought it was great in The Spy Who Loved Me.