Yeah, on second thought, by around 1982/1983 is a bit too early for Neeson to become Bond. In fact, I'd love it if he was cast in TTL's Die Hard as TTL's John McClane.
But I do love the thought of Alan Rickman as a Bond villain in the 80s/90s.
Or even a wild thought that might attract him. If the film is something like Goldeneye, and the main villain is a 00 agent, like Alec Trevelyan in OTL, Alan Rickman could be cast as a 00 agent, with audiences expecting him to be the villain, only to be shocked as he's killed off by the real villain!
November: But then! But then. Timothy Dalton -- who the movie still wants us to pretend we don't yet know is our new Bond––he looks over, and who. do. we. see.
Devon (deadpan): It's fuckin' Alan Rickman, baby.
November: Yes! Alan––
Abigail (leaning away from microphone):
Yippeekiyayy mothafuckaaaaas!!!
November: Alan Rickman! Guy we like to see! About to get 009'd––
Devon: Double-oh tenned, elevened, twelved..
Abigail: Voted off the island.
November: Right, because this film's development hell has, famously, as we mentioned in the
View to a Kill episode, signed on
so many "next James Bonds" that EON have no choice contractually but to use
all of them somehow..
Abigail: I couldn't find numbers on all of them, listeners, but we know Lewis Collins, for his three minutes of screentime in this MI6 cold open as double-oh.. thirteen? was paid almost two million dollars––
Devon: Fiennes only gets half a mil, RIP.
Abigail: Good work if you can get it! Ms. Broccoli, I know you're listening, my agent's number is..
November: So, yes, Bond-is-a-codename theorists, you stand in triumph: Lewis Collins IS James Bond, sort of, for a minute. Ralph Fiennes IS James Bond, sort of, for a minute. Alan fucking Rickman IS..
Devon: And don't forget, groundbreakingly..
November (muffled): ..damn it, the drop––
Julian Glover: "A woman!"
November: Yes! Joanna Lumley is here too, she being a suspiciously shooting-proficient new Moneypenny––
Devon: But not for long, don't worry––
November: That is right. Because... only one of our 00 agents will be leaving tonight alive.
Abigail:
Three Days of the Condor-ass situation.
November: Man. Ever just have a really bad case of the Mondays?
Devon: This never happened to the other fella.
Abigail: But I do really like what they do here, because we have the camera tracking with each of our doomed 00s in turn as they see––cleverly finding ways each time that we the audience can't yet see––the assassin, so at one point we even suspect Rickman maybe is the assassin; but the thing throughout this movie of mirrors and facets starts here, and I don't know––
Devon: "Yo, ever see
Rashomon, dude?"
Abigail: Right, baby's first themes maybe, but I do think there's something there? Dalton really is going to be sort of refracted and distorted through violence into 007, Bond, James Bond over the course of this movie.
November: Yeah, check out this perspectival shit's gonna be in your James Bond movie this evening, because it's the 1990s and Brian De Palma will have you know that he is not your dad's Bond film director...
(at this point the random noise generator's anomalous period of low-entropy output seems to pass, and it goes back to just giving static)