It took a lot of thought (plus a half finished follow up to my fanfic series that would have involved the last three 007’s plus my AU) but I’m done. Bond and I are no longer an item. There will undoubtedly be some issues as to who gets the music collection and plants, but in the main this is an amicable split. In the end, let’s be honest, this is all about the money, and the fact that when you own a phenomena, that is never something a sane person screws with.
I’m fine with the split. The next best thing debuted last night on BBC1 (review to follow) so I’m off to shack up with Doctor Who instead. I used to furiously stan the male version anyway (there is fanfic), so a woman in this role is never, EVER going to be frightening. Despite all the assurances in the article above that women are very well taken care of on Bond sets, placing Ms Broccoli clearly in the Good Guys camp, there is a principle at play here that is never about to alter. The elephant remains untouched in the room.
There is no interest in a future that won’t consider THAT portion of the ultimate pillar of toxic masculinity as intractable.
The interview with Broccoli is interesting in the lengths it takes to explain how Mr Craig’s interpretation is no longer the Bond of old, that elements that typically became part of the persona for so long (and became progressively more denigrated) have been largely removed. However, and this has always bothered me since I was a child, the way these things is now effectively ignored and dismissed has become frankly embarrassing.
Bond is the lecherous family member everybody puts up with ‘coz he’s rich and attractive. Blokes wish they were him. Women like to lust after him because you know, he’s clearly really good in bed because why else would all these women fall in love with him, flirt continuously and be happy that they were one of his harem when he buggers off? The assertion at the end of SPECTRE, riding into the sunset with the woman half his age, is clearly that he shags her until England needs him again and off we go, with nobody remember the bad bits of any of the movies before.
That might have worked a decade ago, but it won’t now.
Sure, lots of people might not know what a Blockbuster was in the Captain Marvel trailer, but everybody gets her relevance in the MCU. This is a company unafraid to stick women front and centre, that is happy to admit it’s fucked up royally with representation and is fixing its house without even a second ask. For 007, men still matter more because they are the executives in the companies whose high-finance, aspiration-based products are advertised on screen. Bond is a reminder of what it might be like to be that cool, when cool means money on top and girls on tap.
When Bond finally stops making money, THEN we know the tide is finally turning, and it occurs to me that if I don’t buy the DVD or the cinema ticket this time, that’s how things change. If I walk away from this relationship because finally, toxic is not attractive, we might get somewhere. Casino Royale remains my favourite film in the canon, but the bandwagon will not make any money out of me for this, however awesome the final product might be.
Sometimes, you have to be the change.