Daniel Craig has just turned the tables on ‘sexist’ Bond films
Does anyone really care about James Bond any more? When it was announced Daniel Craig had signed up again, I greeted the news with a giant metaphorical yawn.
I thought the last Bond film was pretentious rubbish, even though everyone else seemed to think it was magnificent and Sam Mendes was a visionary director who had breathed new life into the franchise. Um, no. He’s just like any overgrown public schoolboy who likes explosions, sh*gging and nurtures a boring Mummy complex.
Personally, I think Craig (an otherwise excellent actor) is horribly miscast, and 007 no longer has the necessary sense of humour or knowing self-absurdity.
But now we’re stuck with him and his famous swimming trunks.
This, in spite of the fact that Craig said two years ago he’d rather “slash his wrists” than play Bond again.
The films are often accused of gender stereotypes, but the tables have turned. In choosing to reprise the role of 007, Craig has shown himself to be just as flighty, indecisive and whimsical as any misogynistic stereotype.
For this reason alone, I applaud the return of the blue trunks.