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I love John Carpenter, and Escape From New York (1981) is among his best. So I was really bummed when I heard the film is being remade sans Kurt Russell and Carpenter (While someone can rip off Carpenter’s script and visual style, no one will ever be able to compose THAT music! Also, where is the bloody glider going to land?) Then I read a quote from Carpenter that made me feel a little better. He said he gives the new film his blessing, but it must meet three requirements to be use the title Escape From New York. The lead character must be name Snake Plissken, he must have an eye patch, and he must be a badass. Fair enough! Go nuts within those rules and you can really have a great thing in the right hands. I’ve often felt the same way about the Bond films, especially before the recent Daniel Craig reboot. Why not make Bond a directors showcase? The Bond ground rules are more or less set; opening action sequence, guns and legs silhouetted credit sequence, exotic locations, beautiful women, cools cars and gadgets, diabolical villains hell-bent on taking over/ destroying the world and a hero who is suave, well dressed, skilled in everything from defusing a bomb to out-of-bounds skiing and never, ever panics, no matter what the odds. So, take that, and then get everyone in Hollywood’s take on that. In other words, Bond should be a playground for directors to play in. There are the obvious choices of action guys like the Michael Bay’s, Paul Greenglasse’s and James Cameron’s of the world but I think it works better when you go beyond that. (Ed. Note: you could argue Greenglass of the Bourne films and Cameron of True Lies (1994) have already made their Bond films but go with me on this. Bay may have very well made his as well, I haven’t seen many of his movies.) What about a Bond film directed by Scorsese starting Leo? How about a Spike Lee Joint with Denzel Washington as 007? Quentin Tarantino’s bond starring Michael Madison, or better yet Uma, where Bond talks his/her way out of some sticky situations? Spielberg and Ford? Guillermo del Toro and Benicio Del Toro? Soderbergh and Clooney? Herzog and Cage? Burton and Depp? The Coen Brothers and anyone? Or even, Carpenter and Russell? This game is endless and can go on and on but how cool to see these guys and everyone else worth their salt put their stamp, story telling, mise en scene, etc. on the Bond legend? (Ed. Note: I’m ruling out comedies as between In Like Flint, The Pink Panther, Austin Powers, etc. it’s been done. And after Woody Allen has been in Casino Royal (1967), well, where do you go from there? That said, as a New Yorker, I would love to see Alvy Singer as 007 with Annie Hall as his Bond girl. Also, we need to keep Joel “I ruined Batman” Shitmaker away from this entire enterprise.) Anyway, picking up where we left off, would Marty’s Bond be guilty about killing? Would Spikes be a stronger more silent type? Would the Coen’s make it Barton Fink, Millers Crossing, or Big Lebowski? Would Quentin’s Bond argue with Blofeld about who was the better band, the Beatles or the Stones? Who knows, but that would make it fun, every time. And these directors can go nuts since they can always fall back on the “Hey it was a Bond film. This is the franchise that had an invisible car racing up a melting ice hotel for the sake of Pete. You going to give Marty crap for equipping his 007 with Taxi Driver arm gun slides that produce ray guns?” The recent re-boot made me think this idea might no longer be needed but the current  Bond will eventually get stale as well (look at the drop off from the first to second Craig films) and this could be a way to keep Bond forever alive and entertaining. Also, we may have no choice if MGM goes bankrupt. Bond could be snatched up by anyone and then the 40 plus years worth of quality control that EON fought so hard to preserve maybe down the toilet. If that happens, this idea might just save Bond. They could even do some remakes. Can we give John Carpenter Moonraker PLEASE???? And Muse would get the theme song, obviously.

Lastly a Blog James Blog note. I have been traveling a bunch for work in the past two weeks and I will continue to be on the road for the next three weeks or so. I have been working on Diamonds Are Forever (1971) but I don’t think it will be ready to post any time soon. In the meantime, it’s a fun game to think about your favorite director/Bond actor combo. I will get Diamonds Are Forever up as soon as I can. And what the hell is up with Mr. Kidd and Mr. Wint?

For Your Eyes Only Introduction

Hello all. Much to my surprise, this “little” project of mine has been much more exciting (and much more work) than I ever imagined. I’m having an absolute blast living in and writing about the world of Bond, so I’ve made the foolish decision to give myself more work by expand the goals of the site slightly. This Friday, my poker buddy and dear friend Clark linked to Blog James Blog from the Entertainment Weekly website as part of the cover story “Goodbye Mr. Bond.” First off, thanks mate, truly appreciated. In his post, Clark points out that I’m taking my time with the project. The truth hurts. Not as bad as when Clark takes down a pot with an unsuited 7-2, which he does more often than you would think possible, but yah it hurts. That said, I put an incredible amount of work and time into producing the film write-ups (I will not get into detail because I’m sure you don’t care) and I feel if I were to speed up the process for the sake of more frequent posts, the work would suffer. So, using the EW cover article as inspiration, I’m going to open a For Your Eyes Only category of the blog. These posts will be shorter (much shorter) posts, hopefully in a similar voice to the film posts, on Bond related news, both in the press and on a personal level. So, with out further ado, the inaugural For Your Eyes Only post, my thoughts on this weeks EW cover story. (Ed. Note: If you’re computer self destructs after reading the post, blame Steve Jobs.) And stay tuned, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969) will be posted in the next two days. Promise.

For the August 13, 2010 issue, Entertainment Weekly, a publication partnered with a big movie studio (Warner Brothers) printed a cover story celebrating the death of another big movie studio (MGM). The largest property MGM owns (actually co-owns along with EON) is the 48 year-old, 22 film franchise, James Bond. The studio is $3 billion in debt and as a result they have all but stopped producing new movies including Lord of the Rings prequel The Hobbit, RoboCop, Red Dawn and as cover boy Daniel Craig illustrates, James Bond 23. The cover promises “The inside story of how the 007 series is falling apart – and the battle to save it” Awesome, the nets been silly with rumors for months so I’m dying to know “What’s up with Bond 23?” Six pages later I learned the following, no one knows and no one is talking. Hummm, bit of a let down. Basically the film was scheduled to start shooting this summer (we knew that) but now who knows? Sam Mendes was to direct (we knew that) but now who knows? Craig was set to star (we knew that) but now who knows? MGM is screwed (we knew that) and one of two things could happen; (1) The studio gets brought out by another studio and EON (controlled by Cubby Broccoli’s daughter Barbara and step-son Michael Wilson since 1995’s Goldeneye) deals with that studio or (2) MGM goes bankrupt and all bets are off. But who knows? I couldn’t be more grateful on a personal level for the cover story because it gave Clark and excuse to link to Blog James Blog and traffic increased by several magnitudes. Hopefully some of those folks will come back. But as a story, I found the article lacking, and it certainly didn’t deliver on the promise of an inside story or what’s being done to save 007. Anyone with any kind of knowledge refused comment and that might speak louder than anything that was written. One thing you can bet on is entertainment executives never pass up a chance to talk up their product, unless there is nothing good to talk about or a possibility of a lawsuit; in this case, most likely both. With Bond in so much trouble we would expect them to talk, but maybe they expect Mr. Bond to die.