On Skyfall, part one.

They, ah… they announced the name of the new Bond flick today.

I gotta say that with Sam Mendes directing, Javier Bardem and Ralph Fiennes as bad guys, and Albert Finney as the Defence Secretary (or whatever he’s playing), this is as promising a cast as EON’s ever going to assemble. Unfortunately, it seems that the money spent bringing in all that star power came out of the maintenance fund for the Bond TitleTron.

When you hear the name of a Bond movie, you should think, “That’s somewhat poetic in a cheap, noir-ish way.” If not, then it should at least reference gold or death. But when I hear “Skyfall,” I don’t think “gold,” “death,” “spy,” “gambling,” “arch-villain blackmailing the world,” or “scantily-clad women with suggestive names.” Instead, I think “really bad made-for-afternoon-cable disaster movie,” or “G.I. Joe cartoon codename.”

Maybe they can get Shirley Bassey to warble the theme song. That’d do a lot for the title.