The notion that Bond 26 might explore James Bond’s fatherhood is, frankly, antithetical to the character, and even entertaining the idea feels makes me gag. While current casting rumors favor an actor in his late 20s or early 30s strongly suggest this will not happen, the fact that such speculation exists at all is troubling.

James Bond is not, and should never be, a character defined by domestic responsibility. His appeal lies in his detachment: luxury without consequence, intimacy without obligation and violence without remorse. No Time to Die already pushed Bond perilously close to sentimentality, and for me, it was a step too far.

A storyline involving Bond making breakfast or changing diapers is a betrayal of the character’s core identity, and Bond is simply not meant to be relatable in that way. Bond should remain a figure of luxury and ruthlessness, not domesticity.