In more ways than one.Ĭheck out all the films in the Bond Blog Check out all the films in the KuBLOG Check out all the films in the SpielBLOGYou can check out my blog and follow me on Twitter.Grace Jones may have quit James Bond 25 shortly after arriving on set for the first time. Fortunately, I survived and now we can look forward to a reinvention that has some teeth. If I wasn’t so OCD about completing stuff I’ve started, I’d have given up around about The Man with the Golden Gun. And for those who call them a bit of fun, believe me watching these last ones has been a chore. You learn nothing you believe in nothing you feel nothing. Thinking of Martin Scorsese’s vilification of the Marvel movies, I think his criticism of non-cinema would absolutely apply here. Intermittently good stunt work, the odd moment of camp amusement – not actually funny, but you know sort of – a good villain or two, but the fact of the matter is they are unfunny, often boring and never believable. Revisiting in 2020 at the age of 47, I have to say there’s hardly anything I liked about the Moore Bonds. Watching A View to a Kill I would have been 13 and I remember already being nonplussed. I just assumed all films by virtue of their existence would be amazing. He was the first one I saw at the cinema – For Your Eyes Only – when I was too young to have any notion that a bad film could exist. I’d always considered Moore to be my Bond.
Who sat in the screening room and saw that and nodded and said ‘perfect’? It’s the kind of joke you’d get on a weak ITV clip show, but that was more or less where Bond was. But director John Glen continues his penchant for reaction shots and ‘comedy’ musical cues, such as the use of the Beach Boys in the opening sequence when Roger snowboards across a pond.
The Eiffel Tower sequence is well done and the San Francisco scenes have a demolition derby feel worthy of Diamonds Are Forever. So we have a wonderfully muscular and feral Grace Jones, a beautifully gleeful villain in Christopher Walken as Max Zorin – David Bowie turned down the role – and a number of stunts that are so obviously performed by a stuntman, the phrase stunt double seems redundant.Īdd to this Patrick MacNee of Avengers fame, the future Indiana Jones Nazi Alison Doody as Jenny Flex (great name), and some exciting stunt work along with one of the best Bond songs, courtesy of Duran Duran and you can see that it defied critics and gave Roger a nice last bow, albeit three films too late. He needs to be surrounded by other exciting elements. Luckily the filmmakers have cottoned on to an essential ingredient to the Moore Bonds. One imagines he has to sleep with his eyes open now such is the tension pulling his eyelids apart. A disastrous facelift has left him with the expression of the permanently startled. Roger Moore is definitely on his last legs. It might also be that the producers obviously don’t give a shit anymore and that is exhilarating. One of the reasons might be that following Octopussy my critical faculties are so atrophied they might as well wither and flop off at this point. But with A View to a Kill, I feel the temptation to succumb. I know that throughout this Bond blog I’ve resisted the joys of the “so bad it’s good” brigade. So I guess the answer was probably an immediate YES! The year is 1985 Roger is an old 57 Duran Duran is topping the charts and the world seems a different place from Live and Let Die, let alone Dr. Has James Bond finally met his match? asked the poster to Roger Moore’s seventh and final outing as the British secret service agent. Posted by John Bleasdale on in action, All, drama, Film, Headline, Reviews, thriller | 2 comments
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