I don’t honestly care who they get to play James Bond next. But if the plot of the next film hinges on Bond defeating the apocalyptic tantrums of sociopathic man-baby zillionaire Neelon Husk? *And* nails the grotesque details of Husk’s lifestyle – all the cringetacular dad jokes, the sweaty Calacanite hangers-on, etc.? I’ll buy every last ticket you have to sell me.