When I was growing up, I wanted to be only one thing: the next Tom Mankiewicz. The man who brought you gems like Hart to Hart wrote three James Bond films early in his career. After Peter Hunt controversially changed the formula with On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Mankiewicz was brought in to update the franchise for what is perhaps the greatest decade in cinema: the 1970s.
The results were a mixed bag: Diamonds Are Forever, Live and Let Die, and The Man With The Golden Gun. But I think Mankiewicz largely succeeded. While most films from the decade zigged into gritty realism, Bond movies zagged in favor of over-the-top campiness. While this is a controversial opinion, I truly think this helped save the franchise. While Roger Moore isn’t my favorite Bond (or second, or third), I wouldn’t trade his portrayal or Guy Hamilton and Lewis Gilbert’s directorial contributions for any other alternative that might’ve better suited the times. Most Bond fans would agree with that sentiment. And we largely have Tom Mankiewicz to thank for that.
Which leads me to our current times. James Bond is dead. Of course he’ll come back. But how?
News is slim. While initially I put weight into the rumor that Aaron Taylor Johnson would be the next Bond, that now seems unlikely. I don’t expect the announcement of a new James Bond actor anytime soon.
But more importantly, where should the series go from here? While Daniel Craig’s portrayal was universally praised, I think it is generally accepted that producers need to aim for a lighter tone in the next era. That means no more renegade agents hellbent on revenge. Fans and audiences want a return to basics: a spy on a mission fuckin and killin for England.
The series has been in this position before. The end of On Her Majesty’s Secret Service had James Bond nearly in tears over the death of his wife. Saltzman, Broccoli, and head of United Artist David Picker said ‘fuck this! Bring Connery and Guy Hamilton back!”. Enter Tom Mankiewicz to punch up the script and the result was Diamonds Are Forever. It was two hours of Sean Connery lazily walking through cheap sets and even cheaper SFXs as Bond attempts to thwart the latest stupid plot from Ernst Stavro Blofeld. It was insane and bordered on parody. It was genius (and the third highest grossing movie of 1971).
So my advice to Michael G. Wilson and Barbara Broccoli is this: go the Diamonds Are Forever route. Americanize the setting a bit, bring in a comical and/or over the top actor for the villain and let’s have some fun for christ sake! And no need to address Bond’s “death” in the previous film. There’s no continuity to these movies anyway! Just do what you did in DAF. While it is assumed that Bond was avenging his wife’s death in the cold open, Connery was playing it as though he just enjoyed throwing guys through walls and strangling women with their bikini tops. The events of OHMSS aren’t addressed at all! And that’s what needs to happen in the next film, which I have titled The Skin of Your Teeth. Because one of the coolest James Bond moments was in The Living Daylights when Timothy Dalton says “whoever she was I must have scared the living daylights out of her”.
That was dope.
So in the new cold open, Bond barely escapes and M says “you escaped by the skin of your teeth.” Then the screen fades into the title sequence with naked women spinning around in silhouette and Adele returning to sing the theme.
Hell yeah dude 👍
That’s why I’m the next Tom Mankiewicz
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