I’ve always thought that the problem with Daniel Craig’s portrayal of James Bond is that Craig doesn’t look like Ian Fleming’s description and characterization of Bond as a man with a cultured veneer, and a tough, ruthless man barely concealed just underneath. It’s why Sean Connery was so good:
…but the rest were too heavy on the “cultured” (Roger Moore) or else pretty boys (Pierce Brosnan, Timothy Dalton) with no “rough” in evidence anywhere. This doesn’t mean they’re bad actors (I’m a huge fan of both Moore and Brosnan), but they were just miscast.
By comparison, Daniel Craig is the complete opposite: a street thug in a tuxedo, no sophistication to be found anywhere.
Which is why his swan song as Bond at the world premiere of whatever they’re calling the latest car on the 007 money train is so jarring:
The jacket’s too short by two inches, and… pink? No doubt the producers are setting us up for the next iteration of 007: Jamie Bond, from West Hollywood.
To make things even worse, his co-star Leah Seydoux looks like a man in drag, and the movie has been dubbed the “wokest Bond movie ever“… to the whirring sound of Ian Fleming spinning in his grave.
All this means I’m unlikely ever to see this movie, but I (and people like me) am no longer relevant to the 007 Marketing Department.