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. It does not store any personal data.Posted by John Bleasdale on in action, All, drama, Film, Headline, Reviews, thriller | 2 comments The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics".
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