Oh hell, no.
Ladies, let’s stop clamoring for a female James Bond. It’s not worth it.
Sure, Bond is entrenched in our psyche as the epitome of hotness and kickass-edness. Lately, we’ve called for studios to allow women to be cast in iconic roles. Star Wars, Star Trek and Dr. Who have answered.
But we’re missing a crucial point. By casting a woman in the role of iconic male characters, we’re paying homage to men. We’re admitting the male gender is the foremost, and that the only way for women to make a mark is to take the spot a man has always taken.
And don’t forget, James Bond is so done. Daniel Craig has whined all over the internet that he “f*ing hates James Bond.”
Do we really want a man’s leftovers? Wouldn’t it be better to create our own icons?
Think of that. Fresh stories, powerful ideals, stunning icons. All new, all female. Isn’t that preferable to some stale old role men have used for decades?
And, there’s a female legend in the making that makes a female James Bond obsolete. Can’t beat that timing! It seems this is what Charlize was made for: the ultra-smart, ultra classy, ultra everything super agent role. Now this is who we want representing us—not some female clone stepping into the tired Bond story. Let the men keep their stale James Bond. We’ll have kick ass Atomic Blonde sequels.
Now, ladies, let’s go out there and create more of our own legends!