Shake My Heineken: 007 finds financial salvation in selling out

“Skyfall,” continues to break ground, innovating Daniel Craig as a truly one of a kind Bond. The third film in the Bondish revamp continues the story about how exactly Bond lost his humanity and found the Ashton Martin-driving, cold-blooded, womanizing, cufflink-adjusting, British psychopath that we have all come to know.
While the film is drenched with enough spy gear to make Sharper Image look like a garage sale, the story isn’t driven by gadgets, like all the other Bond films, offering a counter-hegemonic practice to an ever-increasingly tech-fueled society. Fight scenes are usually very gritty and rely on one thing: testosterone. There is enough of it to actually liken Craig to more of a Bond villain.
Considering the franchise’s money problems as of late, manifesting in a sudden switch from “Martini, shaken not stirred” to “I’ll have a Heineken,” Craig can most certainly be the dying franchise’s messiah as it’s found its footing again thanks to $45 million in branding. Whether the switch from martinis to Heineken is sacrilege to Bond fans is very clear. Being a fan, I can say I have my fair share of cynical remarks but at least the franchise didn’t get bought out by Disney or something equally 2012 Armageddon-esque, but surely Nostradamus would have touched on that.


