Mad Max. Well, more Mad Maxine tbh. Made about as much sense as the original, when faced with a world without oil what do you do? Pimp up some muscle cars that do about four miles to the gallon, that's what. Entertainingly nonsensical, and Charlize is the best one in it. Max was a bit meh. Seems to love face masks though.
Spectre, finally. Quite liked it, it went back to Bond-roots, gadgets, predicaments, nefarious villain happy to invite Bond around to his pad to discuss his suitable nefarious plans in some detail, and some gentle self-mocking. Frankly, Bond films were never that great and god knows, do we need more gritty Bourne-style adventures where Daniel Craig wanders around looking intense and trying to find his personality.