Could an Irishman be newest Bond villain?
The film series will return in the future, with the working title Bond 26 already in early development; despite no real details surrounding who will play 007.
With the country already enjoying an Irish Bond in Pierce Brosnan, many are thinking that it's time for a Bond villain to come from Ireland — with bookies Betway saying that a supercomputer has put three Irish A-listers that could be up for the role. Bookies have tipped several Irish actors to portray the main antagonist in the upcoming James Bond film. Pic: Nicole Dove/Shutterstock
Colin Farrell leads the pack for all potential Bond villains, with Betway saying that he has a 15.8% chance of being the next one to face James Bond. Of course, Colin has experience playing villains; with his most recent role as The Penguin in the latest Batman film and series of the same name seeing him receive critical acclaim.
Former Star Wars and Dune star Oscar Isaac is second most likely to face Bond with a 13.8% chance of taking on the role, while Cillian Murphy — whose previously played villains throughout his career — coming in third with a 9.8% chance of taking on the agent.
Cillian was previously tipped to play Bond himself, but quashed those rumours; telling Deadline that 'I think I'm a bit old for that.' Colin Farrell has been placed by Betway as the most likely villain for the next Bond film. Pic: Taylor Hill/FilmMagic
Also an outsider to potentially be the next Bond villain is Barry Keoghan, who has an 8.5% chance of being Bond's next foe, while Aaron Taylor Johnson, who was previously tipped to play the man himself, rounded out the top five of potential Bond villains.
Amazon confirmed that Bond 26 is in early development last month, with Dune director Denis Villenueve tagged on to direct.
However, no word of a cast for the film has been confirmed; with Aaron Taylor Johnson and Henry Cavill both being previously tipped to take on the role. Cillian Murphy is third favourite to face Bond, while Barry Keoghan is also likely to be the primary antagonist. Pic: Lodovico Colli di Felizzano/WWD via Getty Images
There hasn't been a James Bond film since the critically acclaimed No Time to Die in 2021, which saw Daniel Craig make his finale as Bond as he took on Rami Malek's character Lyutsifer Safin.
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