discardia

My wife and I both enjoyed a wonderful cold this weekend (still have mine), and as we were encouraging fat cells to grow on the couch Saturday night with our heads draining and throats coughing, the new Bond commercial happened to grace the screen.

“Another James Bond?!? You’ve got to be kidding me!” My wife said. “Just let it die!”

“Why do you care if there is another James Bond?” I asked. “It’s not like you have ever watched them anyway.”

“That’s true. I just think there has been enough.”

Has there been enough? I wondered.

Bond has a special place in my psyche , much like Star Trek and Star Wars, and the other geek-ery that fills the trough of my sloppy brain pan. I love Bond. I don’t know why. Daniel Craig as a younger, more brutal, James Bond appeals to me. Is it my testicles thinking for me? Maybe. I don’t know. But I don’t think Bond can ever do any wrong by me. There is too much enjoyment from my preteen and teenager years to just let Bond go.

Even though the latest Star Wars sucked balls (in almost every way), I still enjoyed them. I still saw them opening weekend, I still bought the DVDs, I still watch them on occasion. And Bond fits in the same category.

The studios obviously know all that. They know that legions (and generations) of Bond fans will still go see the most horrid Bond movie ever made (The World is Not Enough) and give it tons of leeway just because it has a stylish man in a tux calling himself 007. Hopefully Casino Royale is a good movie.

Star Trek and Star Wars have somewhat failed in the last decade on the fanboy level. Hopefully Bond 16(?) 17(?) (n+1) will be able to keep living up to the high standards of the fanboys while representing the changed world we live in.

I can hope for the best, right?