So, in this form, the one that Andre Hunebelle gives him, I think that it’s perfectly alright to laugh at Fantomas. Especially since it’s really ourselves that are the butt of the joke.
Highly polished, very slick, slightly soulless, and if you replaced the Russian language with English, you’d be hard-pressed to tell it wasn’t a minor summer blockbuster from Hollywood
You could skip reading The Spy Who Loved Me and suffer nary a setback to further exploration of the Bond series. In fact, considering what a huge setback The Spy Who Loved Me itself is to the series, perhaps you would be best skipping it.
I should point out that in this movie, Jackie Chan attempts to outdo is formerly sometimes nude female co-star by featuring prolonged exposure of his own bare ass. Longtime fans of Jackie Chan films are, of course, already acquainted with his bare ass, which if I recall correctly made its film debut in Project A. I think this might be its longest appearance yet.
Thunderball is the final time we will see the more carefree, action-oriented James Bond. As a farewell to that type of story in the Bond canon, it is a superb send-off and remains one of my absolute favorite of Fleming’s books.
When it grinds to a halt at the end with an instance of painfully unfunny sexual comedy, you really see this made plain. The moment jars not because it is the film’s most outrageous (it probably isn’t), but because it occurs at a moment when the film has finally stopped to take a breath, thus giving you the opportunity to savor just how stank it is.
For Your Eyes Only illustrates that you can be a Fleming fan and a Bond fan but not like everything Fleming did in the name of James Bond. Two stories with potential, one that is neither good nor bad, and two that have practically nothing to do with Bond or the Bond universe don’t make for a very satisfying read.
I know as an author he struggled with Bond burn-out early in his career, but for this go-round, his familiarity with the character really works to the story’s advantage. Even the extended golfing showdown was a lot of fun.
After acquainting himself with the PPK, Bond is on a plane bound for Jamaica. In my opinion, in both film and novels, the Bond stories are at their best when they’re set in a tropical location. I assume Fleming enjoyed himself in the tropics, and his enthusiasm for the details of the islands shines through in Bond.
From Russia with Love continues to showcase Fleming’s growth as a writer. The fact that he takes time to explore the world and people around Bond instead of spending all his time on Bond himself makes for a much richer experience.