Throughout the day various sources report that production designer and art director Peter Lamont has died. Confirmation finally came from the official 007 Twitter account.
Peter Lamont’s career spanned an impressive 56 years, during which he worked his way up from draughtsman to set decorator and further to art director and production designer. He often worked closely with fellow production designer Sir Ken Adam and was involved on every Bond film from GOLDFINGER through CASINO ROYALE, just skipping TOMORROW NEVER DIES.
That year he won the Oscar as TITANIC’s art director. His work on FIDDLER ON THE ROOF, THE SPY WHO LOVED ME and ALIENS earned him three more Academy Award nominations.
The community of Bond fans suffers another bad loss this year. In an Eon statement Michael G. Wilson and Barbara Broccoli call Lamont “a much beloved member of the Bond family and a giant in the industry,” who was “inextricably linked with the design and aesthetic of James Bond since GOLDFINGER.”
Deadline Hollywood (what an apt name…) just reports that NO TIME TO DIE will be delayed to the Easter weekend 2021 – for now, that is. Fans are of course extremely miffed, to say the least. But everybody with an even distant relationship to the concept of ‘reality’ will at least have had cautious reservations about this November release date anyway.
Be that as it may, for now we’re looking at Easter 2021 as the new release date for NO TIME TO DIE. Stay tuned and stay healthy…
With great sadness today we learn Dame Diana Rigg has passed away. The actress, a veritable legend of the British stage and one of the most popular British actresses since the late 1960s, died aged 82, as various sources now report.
Her fans will always remember her as Mrs Peel, her role in the British cult tv series The Avengers, and of course as Tracy Bond in ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE. She played alongside Vincent Price and Ian Hendry in THEATRE OF BLOOD and starred with Peter Ustinov, Jane Birkin, Maggie Smith and James Mason in EVIL UNDER THE SUN. Countless stage and tv productions attest to an enormous career.
Crew and members of CommanderBond.net will not forget her.
Honor Blackman, best known for her roles as Pussy Galore in GOLDFINGER and Cathy Gale in the tv series The Avengers, has passed away aged 94. Her family gave a statement to the media:
“It’s with great sadness that we have to announce the death of Honor Blackman aged 94. She died peacefully of natural causes at her home in Lewes, Sussex, surrounded by her family.”
Blackman’s role as Goldfinger’s private pilot – and leader of an all-female deadly flying circus – has become iconic over the decades, a fan favourite and a blueprint for the cliché of the ‘Bond-Girl’. A girl that knows how to handle guns and sometimes is seen throwing Bond around in decidedly un-girly fashion…
But her career went on after 1964 to numerous film and tv roles. She appeared in JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS, SHALAKO and BRIDGET JONES as well as Colombo, Doctor Who and Coronation Street. Blackman also publicly supported the Liberal Democrats and was a staunch republican, who turned down a CBE so as not to become a hypocrite.
For many fans around the world today’s news of her death will be a sad loss. Crew and members of CommanderBond.net will fondly remember her.
To borrow fellow CBner Jim’s phrase, some light entertainment finds itself rescheduled. Bummer. This week the premiere of NO TIME TO DIE was moved to 12. November (UK) and 25. November (US) respectively. 2020, in case you wondered.
The Interweb immediately reported a combined heart-quake of 16.99 on the Bond fan scale. Fans wept. Fans ranted. Fans threatened to slash their wrists. Some even did it on camera and posted it to the channels of their vast media empires, freely admitting they may be hapless know-nothings but insisting to prove it for 20 minutes so even the last doubts quietly left by their backdoor. Oh well…
Did this come unexpected? Not exactly. Everybody who hasn’t been living under a stone in a deep deep well in an abandoned old ruin on the wrong side of the Borgo Pass, or at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, must have had at least a wee tiny little inkling that things were going on. Or make that things, sounds more ominous. Befitting a situation were surgical masks are suddenly harder currency than the dollar.
So in all fairness, one could have paused for a moment when China closed off Wuhan region. One might have hesitated when one heard about lockdowns in Italy, quarantines in Japan and cases popping up wherever authorities started to look. And one must have been aware of nasty things afoot once there was a COBRA meeting – that’s COBRA!!! for the initiated – scheduled 72 hours in advance. Now that’s a sure sign of perilous machinations; Britons only unpack their COBRA!!! gear when it absolutely cannot wait longer than a weekend.
So the shockwave that rippled the Interweb right after 007.com announced the decision to delay this premiere was curiously at once genuine surprise – How dare reality interfere with my – MY! – Bond film? I’ve got a Europe trip booked here! A Midori bursting at the seams with travel vouchers and lounge passes! Is Tyler Brûlé aware of this? Does he approve??? – and yet it fell into a conspicuously quiet atmosphere where Bond fans apparently had started to hold their breath for a few days already. Bond may be a fantasy pastime but most fans are still dimly aware there’s such a thing as a market. And that it’s unlikely NO TIME TO DIE can be that huge success hoped for in a market significantly cut to size. And this is just the reality of it, the part that’s measured in currency: with the outbreak of Covid-19 there’s simply no way a blockbuster can live up to its potential.
That aside there are the obvious health considerations. And the ethical ones, should your own health just not be all that important to you. Bond fans are famous for braving oceans, hazards and disease with aplomb, and their hands do not falter when disbursing cheeky sums. But they cough and sneeze and mop their beaks like ordinary mortals and their grannies want to celebrate a few more birthdays like everybody else.
So what can we take home from this series of unfortunate events? Apart from washing our hands. Properly. With soap. I’m looking at you, Pilatus; one more time!
Well, we know now how Fido must feel when we tease him with a Frankfurter. This is cruel and one should not do it. On the other hand…
The film is already there, shot and edited and marketed and ready to eat. View. Unlike the Frankfurter it’s not going to rot – not that Fido would mind a rotten Frankfurter; Fido would fight a Rottweiler about a rotten Frankfurter any rotten day. Rot my words. Whatever this film’s qualities may be, they are not going to change between now and November. Nothing is really lost, NO TIME TO DIE is simply waiting a little stretch down the river. We’ll arrive at its secrets in no time at all, hopefully all well and in good health.
And should some nasty creature have ideas about reaching up to that shelf where NO TIME TO DIE waits now, with intentions of spoiling it…it better be somebody who is not going to be missed. Because that shelf is inside a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard’.
Another brief NO TIME TO DIE feature – call it an invitation – was published on YouTube. Listen to Cary Fukunaga’s 100 seconds pitch while brief glimpses of the action whet the appetite for the main course…