Mr.-Bean-as-James-Bond is not the lousiest idea in cinematic history, but Rowan Atkinson’s dim-bulb secret agent is showing real wear and tear in this third and entirely unnecessary installment. While Atkinson is as pleasant a screen presence as ever, and everything here is as comfortingly congenial as a warm cup of cocoa, Johnny English Strikes Back only just makes the bare minimum of qualifying as a “movie.” by Ned Lannamann