Skyfall took in $90 million in its opening weekend, making all 22 other films in the series look like homemade Boba Fett costumes on deviantART.
This is terrible news.
You see, Bond films tend to do really well in times of economic crisis. Conversely, if we're all rolling in piles of money, 007 is left battling the cold indifference of empty movie theaters, in addition to vaguely racist megalomaniacs and women named Pussy. This is arguably because James Bond was specifically designed to appeal to people enduring serious economic hardships, sort of like NASCAR.
We have some terrible news, Omega.
When Ian Fleming published Casino Royale in 1953, England had been thoroughly foofed in the b-nus by World War II. The country was completely broke, wartime sugar and meat rationing had continued for another decade and Great Britain's international power was slipping away in the wake of messy military entanglements in the Middle East and Syria, which totally doesn't sound like anything that's going on today.[inject-module]
Then James Bond suddenly appeared on bookshelves, a suave British sex dispenser of seemingly limitless resources and ability. Bond could afford to travel anywhere in the world, eat lobster like Cheeto dust, wield space-age fantasy gadgets and kill all of the Chinese Russians that were currently trying to take over the world using nothing but his ingenuity and witty retorts. The public loved him, and when Bond showed up on movie screens a decade later portrayed by Sean Connery's chest hair, he became an astonishingly accurate economic barometer for the next half-century.
"The name is Tits. Man Tits."