It is the present day and young Mr James Bond is having a horrible time in Iceland. The dewy-eyed SAS rookie's transport chopper has exploded, all his friends are face-down in the basalt sand, and a cosmopolitan band of armed men seem alarmingly determined to make sure none of them get back up. He's hypothermic, bleeding, and utterly ignorant as to who his enemies are and why they want him dead.
None of which matters, because even at a tender 25-or-so, he's James Bond, the most stalwart defender of His/Her (delete as appropriate) Majesty's interests the English public school system has ever produced. He's beating up the baddies, he's quippin', he's charming the feminine voice who took over his earpiece and claims to be from MI6. God, he's cool.
… Is what, I think, IO is going for with 007 First Light, which releases on May 27 and with which I got a few hours of hands-on time at a recent event in London. Is that what it achieves? Ah, well, that's dicier.
James Bond Jr
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