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This pathos, however, doesn't have much effect on the pace of the proceedings, and things are predictably busy in For Your Eyes Only. But even the premise of Bond's latest fling shows the mustiness of the whole 007 concept. The British, see, have lost the transmitter that controls deployment of the missiles in Her Majesty's submarine fleet. Now, the idea that Britain still has any military secrets worth protecting from the Big Bad Russian Bear seens like the premise to a comedy, not a thriller. Given the pathetic state of British intelligence services--where the big news...
...manner and methods of Bond villains usually reveal to a considerable degree the tenor of the times in which the films are made. Consider: The last three Bonds--The Spy Who Loved Me. Moonraker and For Your Eyes Only--have centered on weapons and the control thereof. There is usually a swarthy middleman--in the case of Eyes, a Greek smuggler--who tries the sell the technology to the Soviets. Thus, the growth in international military tension in recent years. In contrast, The Man With the Golden Gun, made in the mid-70s, was concerned with energy technology. Perhaps...
...stay with Bond for news in the battle of the sexes, though he tends to lag a bit farther behind the times on this score. His partner in Eyes is (natch) a great beauty, but also (surprise) an archaeologist. Though Melinda (Carol Bouquet) has the annoying habit of never moving her lips when she speaks, she does contribute handsomely to the doings in of the evilsowers. And I even detected--though this may be a mistaken impression--a certain cooling of Bond's ardour for romantic digression. This may be a concession to Moore's advancing years, though...
...reason For Your Eyes Only seems a little less brawny than recent arrivals in the Bond series was an inadequately evil set of villains. "Jaws," the goon of recent Bonds, has mercifully departed, but he has not been replaced by anyone of commensurate ghoulishness. One hit man, in fact, bears an uncanny resemblance to Rob Reiner, Archie Bunker's meat-head son-in-law and a decidedly unterrifying figure...
...this Bond still manages to limp along, devoid of any real earth-threatening terror, but still--like almost all of its brethren Bond bonanzas--managing to be a satisfying entertainment. It's not the best, lying somewhere above the dreadful Moonraker, yet not as good as the hot-stuff Spy Who Loved Me. It's more in about The Man with the Golden Gun or Live and Let Die range. Perhaps one shouldn't complain too much about the frailty of the assumption of British hegemony that supports Bond. The nation of William Shakespeare, George Bernard Shaw, Rex Harrison...