It’s cheerfully patriotic on the year of the Silver Jubilee and when punk was being born in London, once more leading the world in music culture. The opening sequence also has the excellent parachute jump with the union jack opening up. He looks good, is still able to deliver the action scenes credibly and his wooden nonchalance is easily forgotten when everything around him is blowing up. The Spy Who Loved Me is the apotheosis of the Roger Moore Bonds. Stanley Kubrick came in and helped light the submarine set because Lewis Gilbert’s eyes weren’t up to it anymore. And here’s another interesting pub quiz piece of trivia. That indeed suggests not only an alternative version of this film but also of the history of Hollywood movie-making. He was approached to direct while he was finishing work on Jaws. It is tantalising to imagine what Steven Spielberg would have made of the film. With Lewis Gilbert back in the director’s chair, there is also a sense that the series needs to pick up its game following the relatively modest success of The Man with the Golden Gun. Then the Kevin McClory lawsuit continued to have an effect so that the original plan to include Spectre and Blofeld was ditched and Blofeld – with a little finger webbing – became Stromberg. Harry Saltzman had sold his interest in 1975 so it was a big change at the top. The film turned out to be a turning point for the franchise.
Bond must team up with his opposite number Triple X ( Barbara Bach) in order to pursue a missing machine which will eventually lead to the plot to destroy the world and start an underwater city.
Curt Jurgens plays the shipping mogul Stromberg who is capturing Russian, British and American submarines in order to start a nuclear war. This time instead of missiles or spaceships (that will come around again, don’t worry), it’s submarines. Instead, Roger Moore’s third outing would continue the process of self-cannibalization, once more stealing the plot of Thunderball. He can’t.įleming sold the title to the producers Broccoli and Saltzman but this was certainly a film that had nothing else to do with the source material. The book is narrated by a Canadian girl and if you think the author of Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang and 007 can’t write from a female perspective prepare yourself for a shock. But even this slim piece of silliness was too embarrassing. Ian Fleming’s ninth Bond novel is little more than a novella. The Spy Who Loved Me is a great title, but a terrible book. Posted by John Bleasdale on in action, All, comedy, drama, Film, Headline, Reviews, sci-fi, thriller | 0 comments
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