Craig’s non-smoking dad Bond, who sacrifices himself for his partner and toddler is touching and massively reminiscent of Iron Man’s death in Avengers Endgame. But that’s the thing, he’s not a superhero. He’s Bond.
What makes 007 compelling beyond the adolescent consumerist fantasy that many men grow out of is that he’s flawed and broken, like the rest of us. And yet despite this, he saves the world. That’s much more interesting. Johnny Depp’s Jack Sparrow, who also likes a drink or five, would be a better comparison to the type of character Bond is than the Superman 007 he seems to be becoming today. Yet now is a unique time for the character and his future.
Seven decades on since Fleming first published Casino Royale and a new set of his Bond novels have arrived on bookshelves. Yet as was the fate of Roald Dahl, they have been edited by sensitivity readers. We now live in a world where chronological snobs seek to censor the fiction of the past, literature that has its often jarring flaws but should be viewed as a product of its time.
Meanwhile, 60 years on since the 007 movies started and it’s EON Productions are facing another reboot. This is the perfect opportunity to recapture the Bond of the 1950s that Fleming intended with his warts and all.
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