At the end of the day, James Bond gains no fame, glory or money. He remains the anonymous Agent 007, unfettered and always prepared to save the world once again. This sounds a lot like the life of a designer.
Necessity is the mother of invention and smaller budgets almost always beget more interesting films. For MGM and its fortunes going forward, Skyfall is the comeback it needed, the ultimate symbol of its recovery. Resurrection
Mendes, who previously worked with Craig when the star had a key supporting role in 2002's Road to Perdition, brings a methodical, refined eye to the proceedings, helped along by the luxurious cinematography by Roger Deakins.
As Skyfall, the newest adventure of 007, shows, even the world's most dangerous secret agent needs to keep up with the times. And so director Sam Mendes and a trio of writers bring Daniel Craig's James Bond squarely into a 21st century in which desk jockeys and bottom-liners call the shots.
It's not exactly clear if the character of James Bond was Fleming's idealized image of himself or a composite of people he came across during the war. There are, however, certain tastes and characteristics shared by the character and Fleming.
Change of plans. Tonight I'm not returning to headquarters to identify and resuscitate leftovers, brief initiates bedtime stories and thwart attempts of sleep enforcers Panda, Froggy or Fruity Blanket from going rogue under the cover of darkness.