Shortly after being the Best Man at his CIA friend’s wedding, James discovers his friend tortured and left for dead, and the new bride shot. He seeks vengeance, initially with some support from the CIA, but when MI6 revoke his Licence to Kill, he is considered a rogue agent.
Firstly, James Bond does not have friends. He never has friends. Where did this sudden friendship gang appear? Secondly, Timothy Dalton is awful. James Bond is supposed to be handsome and charming. Every time Dalton smiles, he looks as though he is in pain. Plus, it was the eighties, so we don’t even get the crazy stylings of the earlier films. At least there is a shark, but we don’t get to see much of it. What’s the point?
Free-to-air television recently screened all of the Bond films. Just in case you were wondering why I’ve been making my way through them lately. I’ve been enjoying most of them – it doesn’t bother me that they are a bit cheesy, and I can even forgive the sexism – just so long as there are good gags, fast car/boat/plane/ski chases and awesome bad guys. I’ve been loving Sean Connery and Roger Moore, and was wondering why people don’t like Roger Moore as Bond. Then I watching A View to a Kill. Oh, it’s terrible.
There is some suspicion about a racehorse, so Bond (Roger Moore) goes to the private property of Max Zorin (Christopher Walken), a tycoon who is using chemical enhancements to win races. Bond discovers that there is more than meets the eye, and whilst managing to avoid being killed by May Day (Grace Jones), traces the plot back to a mine and a plot to flood silicone valley. Then there is a blimp, the Golden Gate Bridge and *yawn* other stuff.
Seeing a beautiful, young Christopher Walken was wonderful. But the film, oh, stinker, stinker, stinker. I thought this was the worst Bond ever (including Skyfall, which I thought was terrible) until I saw Licence to Kill.
Durran Durran were nominated for Best Original Song for A View to a Kill.