The usual world domination plot was quite lacklustre. What? The bad guys ... spying on everybody?
Possibly reading your email and stealing your youtube videos. Huh.
No impending doom, nuclear bomb devastating a major city, deadly virus getting set free, gold reserves being irradiated, super-laser destroying everything, EMP pulse disabling all technology, asteroid hitting the earth, just ... 50 people, placed in a surveillance center in a meteor crater in the middle of the desert ... starting to look at all the video cameras everywhere in the world? Wow. I'm terrified.
Of course, the secret installation that had just managed to co-erce all major nations to agree with their surveillance scheme (while secretly boot-legging the tapes) was guarded by, what, 12 security guards who were easily overpowered by James Bond, once he had blown up the bad guy's torture control center. That is so ... retro (and foreseeable).
And Christoph Waltz being outed as Bond's long-believed-dead jealous adoptive brother, who then turns out to be (from his mother's side) also called Ernst Stavro Blofeld (complete with persian cat and scarred face), who has personally engineered the killing of everybody close to Bond in the past. I can not help but think they might have made much more of that than casual name-dropping to invoke Bond history.
So, for me, this marks a new lowdown of the Bond franchise, and I think I might rather watch re-runs of some old Timothy Dalton or Pierce Brosnan Bond movies instead.