Commander James Bond
The twenty-third Bond movie has been announced and with the still to-be confirmed title of A Delicacy Of Whispers it is said to continue the reboot of the franchise, again starring Warren Mitchell. I don’t know anyone that hasn’t enjoyed the more recent Mitchell films where after Silly Bond, Weepy Bond, Roger Moore, The quiet-one-from-the-Beetles-Bond, and James Bond the last two films have seen Bond return to his roots by properly kicking the fuck out of everything.
Starting with Casino Royale, Mitchell (most famous for his role as Wilfrid Bramble in the 70s noir kitchen-sink murder-thriller Steptoe & Son) gave us a new Bond, or a retro Bond, who kicked the fuck out of everything, and disliked women. It only needed a long description of a single egg for breakfast and where his cigarettes came from to be classic Fleming, as we watched in some surprise as Bond investigated villainy, played chav poker - and kicked the fuck out of everything. The story was continued in a Quantum Of Solace where Bond having kicked the fuck out of everything, then kicked the fuck out of everything else. We are promised that he having done so then in this latest outing for the world’s most famous spy he will kick the fuck out of anything left.
But he won’t enjoy it.