Licence to Kill (1989) Film Review


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?

A View to a Kill (1985) Film Review


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.

For Your Eyes Only (1981) Film Review


How can you tell a good Bond film from a bad? I don’t think I’ve seen a really bad old Bond film, or at least, not one that was worse than any of the other Bond films.

This was my first Roger Moore. I can definitely see why he is the favourite Bond for many – he is allowed to look fearful and panic, but the second he gains any control, he’s back. Cool, smug and cheekily arrogant.

A boat of the British army has been sunk, with the revolutionary ATAC system on board. The boat is traced by a marine biologist who is then assassinated along with his wife, in front of his beautiful daughter, Melina. Melina gains revenge on the killers, but of course, the plot is deeper than that. Bond finds the ATAC system only to be thwarted by the bad guy. Escaping from sharks and with an extremely conveniently oxygen tank left beneath the sea, Bond eventually comes out on top.

Cheesy lines, terrible vocal dubbing and the death of many beautiful woman, it is marvellous. Long (over two hours long) but marvellous.