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I know that many more important things are happening. But I have to say, I'm shaken by the news that James Bond will be drinking a Heineken in the next film.
Product placement has some limits, and I thought we'd all agreed they stop several yards before the iconic preferences of iconic characters. I don't care what Bond drives. But I draw the line at the drinks.
It's not that I have anything against beer. To the contrary, I stand with the adage that "Beer is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy." But James Bond drinks martinis.
So what if Bond walks and talks like a 1 percenter? He's an iconic character in a fantasy world, not some guy elbowing you at the bar. And how can you customize a beer order? Shake one, and it explodes. And "Chilled, not tepid," doesn't have the same ring.
If product placers are allowed to have their way with James Bond, who knows where they'll go next? The Dude might eschew White Russians for vodka tonics. Carrie and the girls might stop swilling Cosmos. Indiana Jones could ditch the fedora for a baseball cap. Forrest Gump could go around telling people that life is like a box of Cheez-Its.
Also, what does Heineken think it's accomplishing? Before, they were That Beer in Green Bottles That Tastes Pretty Okay. Now, they're That Horrid Company That Got Between James Bond and His Martini.Take away his martini, and James Bond is just Jason Bourne with better recollection, more constrictive apparel and a longer history of bad relationship choices.
Place that product somewhere else, please.