Because if they’re going to chew up a half hour of your life, it’s worth making a note of them.
Weirdly, there was a trend in these trailers … the longer it went on, the better / less-reprehensible they became. Not sure if that was a coincidence or not.
Jackass Forever — The Jackass franchise is egregious enough. Coming up with something pretty clearly scripted for the Jackass franchise is unforgivable. The trailer almost made me want to leave the theater.
Venom: Let There Be Carnage — The only good thing to come out of the Sony purchase of Spider-Man rights from Marvel is that the whole Venom / Carnage piece of the Marvel Universe has been shoved into a completely different set of movies that I can ignore. Really.
King Richard— You would think a movie about Venus and Serena Williams would actually be about those tennis stars. Instead, this seems more focused on (given the name and the Will Smith star-power) their father, which is … kinda weird.
No Time to Die— The Daniel Craig era of Bond has been a very good one, but having a trailer for the last Craig film present itself as half-nostalgia, half-this-is-the-final-Bond-movie-ever is … also kinda weird.
Sing 2— A heartwarming musical performer anthropomorphic animal song performance sequel to a movie I never watched and don’t regret not doing so.
The King’s Man — I watched The Kingsmen because I knew the Mark Millar comic book. Which meant I had little desire to watch the sequel. But this is an Edwardian Era prequel, which could be kind of amusing.
Eternals — Same trailer as seen before. I am definitely so there. But I’m also a bit worried about an ensemble movie for the MCU where none of the characters are pre-established in solo efforts. I worry about how this will fare, commercially, even while everything about it looks very cool.
Net-net? I see us going to Eternals, The King’s Man (Margie was intrigued), and maybe No Time to Die. The rest are not our cuppa.
Daniel, 51, says he’ll be hanging up his slimline tuxedo after his fifth Bond movie is released next year. And after 13 years in the iconic role the actor says it should be open to everyone regardless of gender, race and sexual orientation.
He said: “I think that everybody should be considered. Also for women and for African-Americans, there should be great parts anyway, across the board.”
What was more, um, “interesting,” was the reaction of the Twitterati comments on that thread about the idea of a woman playing Bond, largely aligned around either “That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard” or “Oh, look, the Social Justice Warriors are ruining everything some more.”
I’d like to examine this question a bit, to figure out what I think about it, but to do so based on, well, reason vs. knee-jerk testosterone poisoning.
Who, what, is James Bond?
My rule of thumb on expanding casting of traditionally white, male, straight characters into other categories is, does doing so make so significant a change in the character as to render it unrecognizable from the original?
It’s useful to remember that the James Bond movie franchise has been going on for over fifty years now. As someone who’s watched the entire series multiple times, and who’s actually read the Ian Fleming books fergoshsakes, I can tell you that “Who is James Bond?” has changed answers multiple times. Even the 60s grit of Sean Connery made Bond out to be a nicer, more heroic fellow than the damaged goods, self-destructive assassin and brute that Fleming wrote of. George Lazenby’s french cuffs made for a softer Bond in his one abortive outing. Roger Moore, in keeping with his times, pivoted the character around past the playboy of The Saint to almost a self-lampoon or urbane spydom (particularly as he aged out of the role). Timothy Dalton, Pierce Brosnan, and especially Daniel Craig, have all shifted the role back to something harder and more gritty, but each have been product of their time and the targeted movie audience demographic. Suggesting that there is a unitary “Bond” to test against for gender characteristics is a dubious idea to begin with.
But, heck, let’s go ahead and hypothesize that there’s some ur-Bond that we can use as a touchstone, something the collective race consciousness would recognize as the Platonic ideal of Bondness. What are that character’s characteristics?
Bond is a Spy
Bond is a Killer
Bond has Class
Bond is a Thrill-Seeker
Bond is a Womanizer
Bond is English
Those seem to be the general attributes that go into James Bond. Now, does making Bond a woman break any of those?
Bond is a Spy: Whether it’s breaking into a mad criminal genius lair, obtaining material from (or sabotaging) a geopolitical enemy, or otherwise serving the covert missions of Her Majesty’s Secret Service in defense of the West, the World, or just that Sceptered Isle, Bond is the most famous movie franchise spy on record (Jason Bourne doesn’t even come close).
Can a woman do that? I don’t see why not, just as one might answer to the next one …
Bond is a Killer: While it’s sometimes played down a bit, ultimately that “double-0” agent nomenclature represents a “license to kill”. Bond is an assassin (in some movies, very clearly portrayed as such), and even when killing someone is not the specific mission, Bond has explicit permission from HMG to kill anyone who gets in the way of that mission.
Can a woman do that? Brute violence, getting one’s hands dirty with blood, often aren’t seen as traditional female courses of action, but we certainly have any number of models where it’s been done, from Black Widow to La Femme Nikita to Helen Mirren’s Victoria in RED, there’s plenty of precedent.
Bond has Class: Oh, that vodka martini, shaken-not-stirred. The tuxedos and the baccarat. The ability to flip back and forth from hobnobbing with the rich and royal to snapping the necks of their bodyguards (with appropriate bon mots for each). The discernment as to vintages of wine or points of origin for caviar.
Again, I don’t see anything there that a woman could not do, even is coolly assertive behavior from a man around these things might be reflexively labeled as being “pushy” or “snobby” from a woman. We’re going to touch on that in a bit.
Bond is a Thrill-Seeker: Fast cars. High-stakes gambling. Even his profession. It’s been noted (all the way back to the books) that Bond is an adrenaline junky, a thrill-seeker. “The world is not enough,” goes the translation of his family motto (and a later movie title). And there are times — in the movies and the books — where this appears taken to extremes, to the point where it seems that Bond has a death wish (to complement occasional PTSD).
Those are attributes that are not generally associated with female characters, though I’m not sure why they couldn’t be. The perception of a woman who’s an adrenaline junky, though, is that of a woman with a defect, someone out of control. When it’s a man, it’s usually seen as an admirable (if possibly foolhardy) trait.
Addressing that perception sounds like a challenge to me.
Bond is a Womanizer: This is where people usually get the most indigestion over gender-swapping Bond. What about the Bond Girls?
It goes largely without saying that Bond sleeps around. A lot. Keeping score during the movies is a hobby for some people. While this trait has mellowed out a bit in recent years, it’s still one of the key attributes people associate with the character. And, as we “know,” a guy who sleeps with a lot of women is seen as, well, especially manly. A gal who sleeps with a lot of men is seen as, well, a slut.
Even in a less promiscuous Bond world, as we’ve had under Craig, where there’s been some attempt to add personal depth to (usually doomed) relationships, there’s still a distinction that gets drawn between a spy who has sex with the enemy in order to achieve the mission when the spy is a man vs. a woman. The man is assumed to be a stud, acting with agency (and having fun at the same time). The woman, on the other hand, is letting her body be used, giving her all for England (and not with a wry wink). (Alternatively, she’s some sort of unnatural sexual predator who’s to be feared, if not pitied.)
I’m more than happy to say that’s a very sexist attitude, and one that I suspect a lot of people would not explicit cop to these days — but I’ll also confess I think it would stand in the way of directly mapping the traditional Bond model onto a woman. Jane Bond sleeping with a series of well-oiled “Bond Boys” is probably not going to cut it. (Nor, for different reasons, Jane Bond sleeping with a series of bikini-clad Bond Girls.)
Of all the problems here, this is the one that’s the most difficult.
Can you have a Bond who’s not a “womanizer”? Going back to the books is no help here — the Bond there would be thrown in jail for his treatment of women, certainly not lauded as a hero. The layers of societal expectations and prejudices about sex and romance for women vs. men seems difficult to work around. Heck, the occasional mooning by Bond for a long-term relationship, perhaps retirement and a family, sounds very different coming from a man than from a woman.
It would be the biggest challenge for any casting decision of this sort.
Bond is English: Yes, there are women in England, too. I think that would be fine.
(We’ll also handwave aside that Bond’s been played by some non-English actors, or that as a result of Connery playing Bond in Doctor No, Fleming actually gave the character a Scottish heritage.)
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It occurs to me that there’s a further categorization that folds in a number of the above, and is part of what makes gender-swapping Bond so problematic: Bond is the quintessential alpha male.
He’s a stone killer. He is the ravisher of usually-cooperative women. He owns any room. He follows his instincts (successfully!), even in defiance of his stodgy bosses. He dares all. He wins all. Even when there is tragedy in his life, he bounces back. He lives well, even when (especially when) on the job. He doesn’t quite swagger, but he’d be justified in doing so. Men are jealous, intimidated, dominated by him. Women are eagerly (or fearfully) attracted, seduced, dominated by him.
He’s James Fucking Bond.
Can a woman be that?
On one level, there’s really no reason why not. But culturally, that’s really difficult to pull off. The quiet self-confidence and oozing of power that comes with all that window dressing is seen as quintessentially male, to the point where women who act that way get labeled in negative ways, the male virtues being portrayed as female vices. Women who dominate are called pushy and bossy. Women who strive to win conversational gambits are called bitchy. Women who are aggressive are abrasive. Women like the above “alpha male” are considered undisciplined, sexpots, man-eaters, irrational if emotional and frigid if not, judgmental, strident, vain, ball-busting …
(Insert any number of descriptions of Hillary Clinton vs. any number of male politicians from whom she acted no differently.)
It’s unfair and irrational, but it’s hard to argue that it would be an uphill challenge among a lot of the audience to have those Bondian traits applied, with that name, to a woman.
On the other hand, maybe that’s a challenge worth taking. Agent 007, after all, never backs down from something like that.
A few added notes:
Nobody in 1962 would have thought that “M,” the head of MI6, could ever be a woman, either. Dame Judi Dench begs to differ.
This is not a question about whether there are differences between men and women, as a broadly generalized binary whole. And, to my own aesthetic and orientation, vive la difference, as they say. But going from physical differences (in a broad range) to mental and emotional and behavioral differences, especially if you try to strip out the thick layers of expectations and stereotypes and biases and acculturation that our society assumes, still, about how “men” and “women” should be, is rightfully subject to a lot of debate.
And, of course, a character like Bond is an outlier, regardless of gender.
Craig (and others who have chimed in on this) also mentioned some other categories for cross-casting. While most of my awareness of British society comes from the media, I have the sense that the the idea of a contemporary black James Bond (Idris Elba is the perennial favorite here) would seem less jarring in the UK than in some circles in the US, and would not seriously conflict with any of the items above. (I have no doubt that some US racists would be outraged at the thought, however, even as they denied racism as the basis for their outrage.)
I suspect strongly, if sadly, that a gay James Bond would be even more fraught than a female one, with as little justification.
“But why would you want to do it? Why would you want to put a woman in as James Bond, except for some sort of SJW feminazi social mind control reason?” Two reasons come to mind.
First, why would you not choose the best actor to portray a character? To get back to my original point, if gender, or race, or whatever doesn’t affect the core story any more than hair color or eye color or handedness, then why not choose someone who can bring something interesting to the story?
Second, though franchises are about continuity, in the course of a fifty-year franchise, taking new looks and spins on the story of a British spy/assassin is not only inevitable, but necessary … and has already happened. Why not play with something that is attuned to the same vibe, but offers a fresh perspective? If you can go from Sean Connery (with an intervening step) to Roger Moore, why can’t you go from Daniel Craig to Emily Blunt?
“Can’t you just create another movie series about a British spy/assassin and cast a woman in it without desecrating the holy figure of James Bond?” Sure. Of course you can. Except that any movie that is part of the 007 franchise automatically gets a huge audience, at least for opening weekend. If you’re telling substantially the same story, why forego that profitable advantage? Or, rather, why would a movie studio choose to do so?
None of this is to say that the franchise must put in a woman in the title role, or even that they should, just that, perhaps, they canwithout radically changing what it means to be Agent 007, only giving it a new look.
I don’t know that I could have picked Rimmer out of a crowd, but his resume is a geeky wonderland. Not only did the Canadian actor portray the voice of Scott Tracy, pilot of Thunderbird 1, but he had roles (some big, some small) in three Bond movies, Doctor Who, Space: 1999, Star Wars, Dr Strangelove, Superman III, Gandhi, and Out of Africa, among many others.
Thank you sir, for all that fine entertainment, even when I wasn’t aware of you.
Fun article on James Bond movies that were mooted at some point but never quite happened, due to rights conflicts, actors leaving the series, actors not getting hired for the series, changes in creative teams, etc. Some of them sound fascinating.
The 7 James Bond Movies You Never Saw
We take a look at some potential turning points and unmade James Bond movies that could have altered the franchise’s legacy significantly…
Okay, I have to give this article props for taking pretty much every named and marginally significant Bond adversary, from arch-fiend, to memorably-dying henchperson, and force-ranking them.
It's hard to really start objecting strongly until you get to the Top 20, but even there it becomes a matter of personal preference (I'll disagree with particulars of the order, but I'm willing to accept them in that ranking), and the general commentary on the top half of the list is pretty spot-on.
Part of what's interesting is how in those top ranks are the three "anti-Bond" antagonists, an indicator of how a character's dark side is often their best opponent. When used sparingly.
A look at all of James Bond's kills (up until SPECTRE). Though, honestly, there are plenty of cases where the actual kill status is not confirmed (bang-drop is not necessarily a kill, for example) or the numbers involved (e.g., on a space capsule swallowing space capsule) are not clear, or the actual culpability of 007 is not clearly established.
Still, it's an interesting survey of how killing(ish) has been handled across the multiple decades of the Bond franchise, both in body counts (some movies have shockingly few from the hands of the man with the License to Kill) and in style (brutal, efficient, showy, improbable).
At the very end there's a breakdown by cause of death, to a total count (with the caveats above) of 362.
I have to say, the James Bond folk have done a nice job in the whole Daniel Craig reboot, in so far as they have both maintained a vague illusion of "This is Bond, continuous from the past, but fresh for the future" even as they create anew the history of the character and the franchise.
Continuing the Bond rewatch … regretfully, because this his a hot, steaming mess. I had forgotten the details, but, even more amusingly / ironically, Margie had forgotten altogether that she'd ever seen the movie.
A ★½ review of Die Another Day (2002)
I won’t necessarily agree with my wife that this is, in fact, the worst Bond film ever. But I will say it’s … not good. (I, myself, had forgotten the details of this sad fiasco. Just that watching it filled me with a certain dread.) (Okay, going back to to my original review … it turns out that my wife HAD seen it, and had forgotten the experience. PTSD, perhaps.) Perhaps it’s the worst … or not good … at least as a whole. There are parts…
So I think Margie and I were among the last two people on Earth who wanted to see CR while in the theaters — at least based on the very…
So I think Margie and I were among the last two people on Earth who wanted to see CR while in the theaters — at least based on the very scanty attendance in the theater last night. Of course, it’s been out since Thanksgiving, so it’s not like it’s a disappointing opening weekend or something …
No real spoilers below … but if you haven’t seen it and think you’re going to soon … go ahead and skip this post.
This is no Citizen Kane, but CR is one of the best Bond movies of the franchise — and, probably, the best movie that’s been labeled a Bond move since the original Doctor No.
Story: Bond movies are usually about The Bad Guy and His Plot and How James Foils Them and Gets the Girl. This film, instead, is about how James Bond went from being a cocky, arrogant SOB to being the suave assassin we know him as (and finally catch a glimpse of at the very end) — and, more importantly, what that transformation cost him.
As such, it almost accrues more credit than it deserves. It’s not a terribly original idea (even within the Bond corpus — it’s been touched on briefly over the past several films, esp. in Goldeneye), but it’s driven home well here. Indeed, that final scene creates an initial rush of applause (“He’s back!”) followed by a discomfort of what deeds and loss lie behind that debonair grin.
Something that makes all this work is that Bond is not (yet) an invincible superman. Physically he’s superb, yes, but he can be hurt (tortured, even), and he gets some marvelous somewhat-persistent facial scrapes and bloodied knuckes over the course of the film. By the same note, though clearly clever as all get out and aware of it, he’s more than capable of making mistakes and underestimating others, usually with punishing consequences.
The novel, as I recall, was about both violence and suspense — brutality and danger behind the sights of a gun and across a baccarat (sigh) table — but not so much about high-paced action scenes. Those do exist in the movie — but not nearly as much as one would expect from a Bond flick (especially after the first marvelous chase scene); that and the near-climactic battle in Venice are the closest the movie comes to being another Big Budget Bond Action Film, and … it was (since they were done so well) enough. Nicely
played.
The movie itself is long (the longest of any Bond flick), and goes through a maze of wheels within wheels — indeed, there were multiple moments where it seemed the movie was going to end at any moment (“X is dealt with – roll credits!”), though the ultimate ending successfully wraps things up. There are some moments, at the Casino itself, where there are some odd jumps in time and contnuity, and the movie has both prolonged, tight action and long leaps of time, and on occasion that feels a bit jarring.
While wandering a bit afield of the original novel, a number of elements from that (including the torture scene) are there. The book was less interested in dealing with the “creation” of Bond than in his introduction as a hard-living (to the point of destruction) not very nice guy who happens to be on Our Side.
There’s all sorts of references to the past, including commentary on martinis, a revisit to the famous 1964 Aston Martin model of Goldfinger and Thunderball, and, of course, yet another Felix Leiter for folks to enjoy. These get a bit of trivia squirming goodness — but don’t distract from the movie itself.
Production: The production values of the film are excellent. The location work is marvelous (with Prague doubling for most of Eastern Europe, including Montenegro). The initial Parkour chase scene in Africa is marvelously choreographed and executed. The car chase … is excellently executed (and marvelously unexpected in that execution),
The make-up and costuming were nicely done.The fight scenes are bloody and brutal and every bit as nasty as they should be. Things are generally polished when they should be, rough-edged when not.
While I was disappointed in David Arnold’s “Shaken & Stirred” music project, he does a good job with the music composition here. The main title is a bit shrieky-man-rock for my taste, but Arnold does a nice job of incorporating it into the rest of the soundtrack. The music doesn’t rise to John Barry’s level, of course, but it’s better than a lot of other non-Barry hands have done.
I’ve heard a few complaints about the main titles, but I thought they were nicely done, visually interesting (at least initially), in keeping with the “casino” theme, and a reasonable representation for the movie. While the sequencing on the Bond theme and the down-the-gunbarrel stuff was non-standard, it was there, which was a good thing.
The only caveat I would have to the production is that the waters of Venice are not known for their clarity, especially in the presence of a lot of fast-moving masonry. Well, I’d add the caveat that the Sony product placement (courtesy of Sony Pictures, cough) got a bit much at times.
Acting: Okay, Daniel Craig has secured himself in the Bond canon. He brings the boyish charm of Brosnan, the rough wit of Connery, the brutality of Dalton, and even a bit of (as Margie noted) Harrison Ford “Indy” humanity to the role. I’m not prepared yet to say he’s best, but he’s tackled the character in ways that nobody else has had the opportunity to, and has done it well.
Once you get past Craig (and the always-marvelous Judi Dench), the cast becomes a lot less solid. Bad guys are bad guys, and I was actually a scosh disappointed in Mads Mikkelsen’s Le Chiffre who couldn’t decide if he was going to be steely, whiny, or just marvelously made up. Eva Green’s Vesper Lynd was competent — she shone in the middle (during and after the stairwell fight), but outside of that she was interchangable with any number of Bond girls.
The rest of the supporting cast is good enough, speaking or not — most notably, though, the other non-thug bad guys all have their own distinguishing appearance and reality and presence (even if it’s just standing/sitting there), which makes the overall production seem richer. However, there’s such a plethora of additional criminal masterminds and various mooks that I did have trouble keeping track of them.
Overall: Me like. Going into the DVD pre-order queue. I can definitely see watching this again in the future (and, heck, wouldn’t take much argument to get me to see it in a theater again).
It’s not the most fabulous film of all time, by any means — but it is a significantly richer and deeper film than most of the ones in the franchise. Some folks might not like that, but I think the movie-going public is ready for the evolution. My biggest question is, now that they’ve mined this particular vein, how will they make the next film as interesting as this one?
(Amusing note: ran into this problem again today … I did an internal blog search on “Casino Royale,” but couldn’t get to any of the links because … wait for it … the URL (with the search conditions) of the originating (search results) page had the “c” word in it, and so was seen as a spam site …)