h/t Weasel Zippers
Producers of the perennial fan-fave Bond films apparently didn't get the message from Solo (which, incidentally, was also the number of tickets sold to see it), and also apparently think that Wakanda is real.
So after finally retiring Daniel Craig, after one awesome re-boot, a couple of mediocre outings, the last shitastic James Bomb movie that made David Niven's version of Casino Royale look like Shakespeare, and gave us a villain so lame that Vern Troyer looked tougher onscreen by comparison, the only way to descend lower than dragging a reluctant self-loathing Craig back for even worse performances is the apparent decision to make 007 Lashana Lynch, pictured right, above.
Apparently, Oprah was too fat, Whoopie Goldberg was too old, and Queen Latifah couldn't pull off an English accent.
Since they're going all-out SJW, obliviously unafraid of the fanlash from Kathleen Kennedy's mangling of the Star Wars franchise, Jar-Jar Abrams riding Star Trek into a smoking hole, the epic flops of the chick-laden Ghostbusters and Oceans8 disasterpieces, lesbian Batgrrl, and the buckets of vomit over magical Grrl-Power Captain Marvel, apparently the owners of the Bond franchise have decided to cash out, sell out, and burn the whole thing down to the ground, all at once. Starting right after the next sure-to-be-mediocre sequel, as Daniel Where-Did-My-Career-Go Craig drags his ass out for one last paycheck from Ian Fleming LLC.
Apparently they DGAF that the people who buy most movie tickets are white guys from 15-35. Not chicks-in-da-hood. At least, until Bond 26 comes out.
All that leaves is for Hollyweird to have Grindelwald kill Dumbledore in the next Harry Potter-world flick, and reboot the whole series starring some gay pedophile as the headmaster at Hogwarts, and then cast Pee Wee Herman as the lead in the final Terminator sequel ever made, and their work here is done.
Hollywood: "We f**k everything up, because we can."