Me Too Killed James Bond
Why Bond can no longer hack it as a hero for our age. *spoiler alert
Growing up, my dad wasn’t a big cinemagoer, but he was always first in line at the box office whenever a James Bond movie came out. The first Bond film I watched was “Octopussy” with the debonair Roger Moore as 007; it was also the first time I discovered the meaning of the word “harem”. I must have been about eight at the time, and I remember thinking, “That’s a handsome man, but he’s kinda sleazy.” (Something along those lines anyway). The second Bond film I watched was “Never Say Never Again”. I decided I liked Sean Connery better than Moore, but I wasn’t impressed by the fact that he was shagging both the blonde damsel in distress (Domino Vitali played by Kim Bassinger) and the brunette villainess (Fatima Blush played by Barbara Carerra). I’ve watched almost all the Bond movies since then, and I’ve also sat through three Bond marathons with three different boyfriends — all of whom are still unmarried, have no children, and continue to live lives of reckless adventuring.
I have a love-hate relationship with Bond, but after watching him perish in “No Time to Die” — the finale installment of the Bond movie franchise, I became aware of how much I would miss his cultural presence. I suppose with Me Too movement gaining the momentum that it has, it isn’t all that surprising that the sky would eventually fall…
