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You have a nasty habit of surviving
Review date: 2008-08-30 Rating: 8 out of 10
Collecting the seven movies featuring `official' Bond number three, Roger Moore:
Live And Let Die: Roger Moore's debut in the role of James Bond is a pleasingly dated blaxploitation pastiche, which, though it has not aged well, still endures as an oddball 1970s' crime thriller. Yaphet Kotto's villain is well-played, Jane Seymour is gorgeous as Solitaire, and the alligator farm sequence and resulting speedboat chase are two of the series' most famous scenes. Also, Paul McCartney's theme song is possibly the series' all time best.
The Man With The Golden Gun: Moore's second film in the series is possibly the series all-time worst; like Diamonds Are Forever, it forsakes plot logic and any attempts at realism for low-brow comedy, daft homage to other movies (in this case, dire 1970s Kung-Fu flicks), and pointless travelogue. Christopher Lee is a good villain (though his performance here as the triple-nippled assassin of the title is far from a stretch for him) and Lulu's theme song is an underrated piece of 1970s' funk, but overall this is a silly and pointless film, that deservedly failed to set the box office on fire.
The Spy Who Loved Me: Far and away Moore's best Bond film, this one went out of its way to be a `big' event movie, and in most respects it succeeded. Carly Simon's iconic theme song sets the tone for a slick `greatest hits' package, including the stunning Barbara Bach as Anya Amasova, Richard Kiel's ludicrous but still impressive Jaws, some great stunt work, impressive set design, and a suitably grand, end-of-the-world-threatening plot.
Moonraker: In the wake of The Spy Who Loved Me, and following the box office success of Star Wars, Eon sent James Bond into space for another misjudged mess. Moore again hammers home the comedy, the plot is basically the same as the previous film, we get a silly encore from Jaws, and Lois Chiles is completely without charm as the female lead. Michael Lonsdale has some fun as the villain, but his turn is nothing when compared to his sensitive performances in The Day of The Jackal and Munich. Bearing no resemblance to the Fleming original (this was the last Bond movie billed as an adaptation of one of his books), with Moore here about as far away from the literary Bond as it is possible to get, this isn't one for purists.
For Your Eyes Only: Roger Moore gives possibly his most impressive movie performance as a by-now getting-on-a-bit Bond in this involving caper, an attempt to bring the series back down to earth after the overblown Moonraker. Countering Moore's natural urbanity and preference for comedy with plenty of scenes in which he has to flex his acting muscles (I love the scene in which he kicks Michael Gothard's car off the cliff), this isn't a particularly exciting or important Bond film, but it is still well above average for the series.
Octopussy: Moore's penultimate effort in the series, and by this point the rot was well and truly starting to set in. Though it has a strong mid-section and well-played villains from Steven Berkoff and Louis Jourdan, this is a particularly travelogue-obsessed effort in the Bond canon, the first half of it set in a picture-perfect Delhi straight out of colonial fiction. Maud Adams is the least appealing Bond `girl' of the series, clearly getting on a bit herself and obviously cast opposite the by-now fifty-five year-old Moore to make their romantic scenes a bit more believable. This silly film really should have been Moore's last in the role, and is only really memorable for inspiring Homer Simpson's immortal line, 'You know what's great about you English? Octopussy. I must have seen that movie... twice.'
A View To A Kill: The James Bond series has seen its ups and downs over the years, with bad movies following good ones as a matter of course, and the series repeatedly re-inventing itself to come back from the brink of extinction. However, the one film that should never have happened in the series must be Roger Moore's final effort in the role, in which his age (fifty-seven in 1985), is plainly, and ridiculously, apparent. This is the film in which suspension of disbelief is impossible, with Moore cast opposite the (relatively) young Christopher Walken (villain) and Tanya Roberts (love interest), he looks incongruous, ancient, and exhausted; more like a shagged-out old playboy on his final jaunt around the world than a smooth secret agent out to save it. Patrick Macnee was obviously cast in the film in an attempt to make Moore look younger and fitter by comparison, but the attempt fails, and when Grace Jones clambers into the sack with Moore and pins him to the bed, you wonder if James Bond is finally going to be killed... by a heart attack.