Letter from the Founder
I say this with the greatest respect: I’ve always thought the Broccoli family, in particular the producer Barbara Dana Broccoli O.B.E., has missed a trick regarding the potential of the Bond franchise. They could have taken a page from the Marvel Comics empire and extrapolated their characters into infinite films and Netflix series to the point that there would not be a living soul whose consciousness was not intertwined with multiple, simultaneous James Bond narratives — and loving it. For example, a television series on how young Commander Bond becomes 007 — the spy with the licence to kill chronicling the transformation of, in Ian Fleming’s words, “a blunt instrument wielded by his government” into the lethal sophisticate we know and love — would have me riveted. Then there’s the…