September 4.
You are Barbara Broccoli (I love the trouser suits).
Reassured that the more sycophantic client fans will eventually support you anyway on their various media in the curious hope of a selfie, you have decided to stick to the decision that this is all one big story, and reinforce your Weltanschauung that the future of the Bond series lies in the past.
Accordingly, Bond 26 will expand the intermittently competent arc approach of the Craig Bubble-0-Seven pocket universe, and be retrofitted to all Bond films, regardless of their attitude decrepitude. That by making it all one very, very loosely strung together tale will help shift multiple unsold copies of The World is Not Enough is merely the incidental pleasure of extruding yet more money from the saps. You’re ectually doing this for the art, specifically those minature paper portraits of Monarchs and Presidents of varying values that neatly fold into your pocket. Hence the trouser suits, I s’pose.
Stuck as you now are for stories relevant to Bond himself, this grand plan opens up multiple stories personal to the villains, being those affected by the results of Bond’s actions in exploderating things and his then floating off blithely for family-friendly post-credits semi-raping. This keeps the door open to be heavily critical of Bond because it’ll all be his fault. Lovely. That’ll require Ac-Ting, won’t it?
After all, one is repeatedly forcefed that Diamonds are Forever’s development posited Goldfinger’s brother as the villain, therefore steering the old rusty tanker that is the Bond series this way would be A HOMAGE TO CUBBY’S LEGACY because that’s always tremendously, tremedously important, and something to use as exculpation when the time inevitably comes when even the most crawly enthusiast begins to doubt both it and their bizarre search for personal validation via your talent rather than any of their own.
Several high concept ideas have landed on your desk, scattering the dozens of neat piles of $1000 bills simply everywhere; tchoh! Still, best get down to some “work” to avoid accusations of possessing the productivity ethic of a cremated cat.
You can choose up to four of the below to develop further by commissioning a “script”. As matters stand, all fit the Bond 26 working title Aftermath Warpath Bloodbath, although that’ll have to change because you fear that some naughty, naughty critics will point to the vintage of the series and the gutless creakiness of this useless idea and consequently label it Hipbath Spongebath Bedbath.
- The villain is the daughter of someone who, whilst taking the dog for a wee, was cleft in twain by scorching space debris from Drax’s galactic knocking-shop.
- The villain is the nephew-by-marriage of the Chief Petty Officer of Stromberg One, who Bond (let’s face it) nuked.
- The villain is the catamite of the Parisian taxi driver whose car Bond smashed to bits and who now wants to do the same to Bond.
- The villain is someone scarred and burned and most annoyed as a result of The World’s Biggest Yet Most Underwhelming and Easily Caused Explosion (from Spectre, if you had forgotten, or chosen to).
- The villain is the grandmother or something of the Nearly-Raped Waitress who ectually did not survive The Hotel Made Of Unnecessarily Dangerous Things, Do Have A Relaxing Stay (from Quantum of Solace, if you had forgotten, or chosen to).
- The villain is the step-sibling of someone who was having a nice post-luncheon snooze in a hammock, lovely dream about hollyhocks and luge, when the Disco Volante landed on them.
- The villain is Mrs Bell’s much-put-upon late-middle-aged son who faced bankrupting care-and-wiping bills for her and is only asking Bond for a small financial contribution to same, otherwise he will rain down lava on Las Vegas or somewhere equally pointless.
- The villain is the secret lovechild of a Greek monk who received many red-hot splinters of ATAC through the back of their brain. He is also enraged that Q offensively dressed up as a priest for no readily discernible reason. Vicious retribution for cultural misappropriation shall be his!
- The villain is some fat bloke who bought up the shattered Drax Corporation and the equally crumbled Carver Media Group and has accordingly become obsessed with repopulating on other planets whilst at the same time posting specious and under-educated rubbish on his social media platform.
- The villain is the son of the man who took Bond in as an orphan, the son then out of apparent jealousy (?) murdering his father (?) and creating a global crime empire to spite Bond in some way (?) and… no wait, that’s awful.
- The villain is an AI replica of Bond with all his prissy affectations and wristwatching, but with slightly more “Eeeee-Vil”, and this’ll work for the first film of a new Bond as the audience initially won’t know which one they are watching do the killing and the semi-raping, which adds tension and plot and stuff, and therefore whether this new interpretation is Light Bond or Dark Bond (other than assuredly being Poor Bond). (They’re going to do this, aren’t they?)
- The villain is the vengeful third Masterson sister (Cheekyface Masterson), played by Dame Judi Dench (because she can be, continuity was smashed years ago). Good role for an older actor. You know they’ve considered this one.