If you were going to give yourself a cameo in a Bond movie, what would it be? Drinking cocktails and gambling in one of the world’s most glamorous casinos, perhaps?
Lounging by the pool with (or as) a scantily clad Bond girl?
At the very least, you could hang around headquarters in a lab coat, playing with prototype gadgets.
Not so for Martin Campbell, director of Casino Royale: he chose to have his neck broken by a terrorist on the tarmac at Miami airport.