Other actors have played Bond in more films-Roger Moore and Sean Connery both did seven movies, respectively-but none have endured a longer tenure than Craig, who has been the face of 007 for 15 years. (As for participating in another film, a $25 million payday goes a long way toward changing minds.) But even when the injuries aren’t factored into it, this I’m Getting Too Old for This Shit attitude seems appropriate for Craig. It was Craig, after all, who infamously declared he would rather slash his wrists than make another Bond movie after the underwhelming Spectre-and who, after one of his many on-set injuries, actually did need knee surgery. (Her character’s reaction is basically: “Oh god, this old guy is hitting on me.”) There might not be any time to die in the latest entry of the Bond franchise, but as it turns out, there is plenty of time to dwell on the character’s encroaching obsolescence.Ĭall it art imitating life. His 007 moniker is given to a new MI6 agent (played by Lashana Lynch), who quips that she doesn’t want to hurt the only one of his knees that still works, while Bond’s usual seduction methods-this time directed at Ana de Armas as a green CIA operative based out of Cuba-fail spectacularly.
Bond is, in modern parlance, kind of washed. In No Time to Die, Daniel Craig’s James Bond exudes weariness in every scene.