They call him Bond, James Bond. But three actors who don’t get to say it – yet, at least – are Sam Worthington, Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Theo James, who have all been seriously considered for the role, at one time or another.

Worthington actually screen-tested for the role, in 2005, ahead of Casino Royale, so his time has probably run out to play 007 now, but both James and Taylor-Johnson may still be in the mix for the forthcoming Amazon MGM reboot.

Until then, with none of their profiles hitting the A-list (and no, playing a smurf in space doesn’t count, sorry Sam), they find themselves in this curious Sky Cinema original.

There’s some building work on-going in Central London’s Paddington area, but the site comes to an abrupt halt when an unexploded bomb is discovered.

The army send in their bomb squad, headed by Will (Taylor-Johnson). It doesn’t take him long to detect it’s a live one, which makes the police seal off the immediate area, evacuating everyone living and working in the vicinity. Or so they thought.

There seem to be a few workmen from the water company hanging back, but there doesn’t appear to be a water issue...

These three Bond wannabes rattle around in this wannabe taut thriller, with all being rather lacklustre.

Certainly the first half is shows potential, as pressure builds around the bomb site, with another storyline developing close by.

But when it reveals its hand, which isn’t a bad reveal, the plot then spirals out of control – you could say that it becomes...confuzing. Sure, it’s a bad gag, but sadly its ending merits it.

You get the impression that its director, Brit David Mackenzie (Relay), wasn’t entirely convinced himself with its ending, having to tag an extremely awkward flashback on the end, just to hammer home the point, making the ending even more clumsy.

And to be fair to all three leads concerned, they’re all far better than this material, but with all their careers floundering to various extents, and all their prospects of uttering that iconic line now being usurped by three young contenders for the role (with Callum Turner, Harris Dickinson and Jacob Elordi now touted as the favourites), you can understand why they would take it, with no real chance of claiming a license to iconically kill on the horizon.

It’s a shame, for them - and for us, as the first half is promising, full of intrigue and tension, but it soon fizzles out making it feel nothing more than a disappointing dud.