You know what I’d love?
A Brosnan continuation film that explicitly focuses on Bond at the end of his career, tying up loose ends.
Now that he’s a full on silver fox he could play Bond in his 60s, full beard. Officially retired but still haunted by some of the Cold War shit he had to deal with, tapping up his contacts for one last jaunt to take down some deep state fash sickos. All set in winter, everyone in classy coats and soft focussed. Moody, “gritty”, a few brutal fight scenes, no real gadgets, an age appropriate Bond girl who calls him out for a lifetime of being a prick. More Le Carre than Fleming.
In the end he dies as an act of heroic self-sacrifice, but you find out it’s all been for nothing.
