It’s sunny, but freezing.
Begging doesn’t work in Hounslow.
Not like Phnom Penh.
Fact is, it was a choice in Phnom Penh.
I chose to experience life as a homeless beggar.
I thought it was good for the reality show.
Not to mention good for the book.
But for the reality, live cinema James Bond…
…007 the homeless, junkie, born again Christian missionary meth addict praying dogooder James Bond…
…it was gold dust.
A much more exciting story than James Bond the English teacher.
I mean, if you’re gonna make an origin story, where your normal Joe Bloggs becomes a superhero badass assassin what’s more exciting….
Joe Blogs the English teacher or Joe Bloggs the homeless junkie?
What’s more exciting for an audience?
J.B the English teacher turned badass assassin…
J.B. the homeless, junkie, born again Christian missionary turned badass assassin?
And that’s the brilliance of Mr. Coppola.
It’s brave, ground breaking, genius even.
Only Coppola could pull this off.
Only the director of The Godfather, Rumble Fish and Apocalypse Now.
He really is the king.
The King of Cinema.
A reality James Bond.
Who would imagine it?
All filmed like a reality show – real footage – from CCTV!
This is the first chapter in the new James Bond story…
And it’s real life!
This is the new James Bond.
I mean, it really is fuken genius.
But, Mr. Fox…
Don’t you have enough James Bond homeless footage?
I gotta be homeless in London, too?
I ask someone where the tube station is and decide I’m gonna have to jump the barrier.
Fuk you Mr. Fox.
Mr. Crystal Meth Psychosis.