What I get from James Bond is that the audience's excitement has nothing to do with not knowing what's going to happen.
When 007 is trapped in the villain's lair inside an erupting volcano suspended upside down over a pool of piranha with a timebomb strapped to his chest and a tarantula crawling up his trouser leg and a poisoned arrow speeding towards him and five uniformed SMERSH troopers on the gantry spraying him with fire from AK47s, there's not a single person in the audience - not one, however gullible - who thinks he might die. Everyone knows, for absolute certain, that he'll be back at the hotel in time for cocktails and a BJ.
So where's the suspense? Where's the jeopardy? Where's the excitement? There shouldn't be any, should there?
And yet, to people who like James Bond films, it is exciting. Even though the same thing happens, predictably and inevitably, every single time, it's a thrill.
The psychology of that is fascinating.
I think it's a problem-solving thing. The question isn't whether he'll get out of it, but how he'll get out of it. And the answer is, by using some device designed for getting out of that situation, which we know about because we saw Q give it to him an hour ago.
Just lucky that the situation in which he finds himself is precisely the one that he has a device for getting out of.
If the villains had just shot him in the head, he'd be right buggered.