A View to a Kill
“Okay — pant, pant — let me get my breath — gasp — “
WHO IS JAMES BOND? A very, very old man — older than M, it seems. M at least carries his age with more dignity (which is, admittedly, more than I can say for Moneypenny). Bond is saved only by his rug, which at least is more professional than anything Sean Connery ever came up with. When Bond jumps onto a snowboard, climbs up a flaming elevator shaft, clings to a flying metal object, dangles from a blimp or jumps on a horse, the schism between “actor” to “stuntman” could not be more apparent. I only wish that a similar trick could be pulled when Bond gets into bed with 30-year-old women. In order to deflect attention away from the crinkly skin now covering his entire face, Roger Moore smiles a lot and, when he’s not smiling, pulls looks of bug-eyed surprise. It’s scary.