I loved parts of it - the cheesier parts, admittedly (stunts, gadgets, the team gagging back and forth, Paloma).
I associate Bond with escapism, and watching him juggle a toddler and work is altogether too close to home (Oy, mate, you'll have to find a services - she hasn't had a wee or a snack since Oslo).
And part of that escapism is that Bond always wins, and walks away with a swagger. And he didn't. The mood around me in the cinema was completely flat. We were a party of 8, none of us was crying, just deflated. No one around us clapped or was crying as far as I could see, just shrugging their shoulders and feeling cheated.
I think this week particularly, with Covid spiraling, no fuel, and food shortages on the horizon, a more typical Bond ending was what we needed ....
I don't object to Bond having more of a character arc to get where he's going, I just don't want the destination to be changed 180 degrees.